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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, ancient cypress trees loom above, their canopies tangled in thick Spanish moss, casting dappled shadows across a slow-moving, ink-black bayou. The air's heavy with the smell of rot and decay, like... something's died in the water. As I wade deeper, the silence is broken only by the soft lapping of water against a half-submerged, ornate, granite shrine, which appears to be somehow... containing the darkness, keeping the surrounding air from getting any darker than a deep indigo hue, even though the sun's barely a sliver above the horizon.