The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, ruined temple complex stretches out across a jagged, obsidian-studded beach, somehow sitting at the edge of a calm, pale-blue ocean that's... pouring upward into the sky like a boundless, reversed waterfall. The air's charged with a low-pitched hum, heavy with the scent of damp earth and seaweed as the late afternoon sun casts an intense, slanted light across the cracked stone pillars. Like, massive stone statues of what look like stylized, geometrical sea creatures are strewn about, overgrown with thick, luminescent moss. The air's got this eerie stillness to it.