The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient Sumerian temple ruins sprawl across the peak of a fog-shrouded, jagged volcanic island. Like, a thin, sulfurous mist rises from cracks in the rock, filling the air with a pungent, burning smell. Iridescent tendrils of obsidian slowly creep up the temple walls, somehow echoing the fractal patterns of a murmuration of starlings that are suspended, motionless, within the mist - the air's charged with an electric, crackling energy that seems to be drawing them towards the temple's core. Water's dripping upwards, defying gravity, into the heart of the ruins.