The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of fog weave through a sprawling, ancient temple overgrown with vines and crystalline moss, where seagulls roost on intricately carved pillars, sending wisps of fog curling upwards into miniature whirlpools. Umm, the air's super heavy with an electric charge, and the smell of damp stone hangs pretty thick. Outside, the sky is a deep shade of indigo with the sun... stuck, somehow, right at the zenith. A perpetual, eerie, midday twilight hangs over the scene, illuminating clusters of luminescent mushrooms sprouting from the moss, casting an otherworldly glow.