The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's illuminating a sprawling, ruined Roman temple half-buried under vines and creepers, surrounded by a halo of iridescent butterflies that seem to be shifting their colors to match the shifting constellations above. The air's thick with the scent of honeysuckle and damp earth, and the pressure's dropped, like a low-pressure system just rolled in, but everything's eerily still. A chunk of the temple's floor has somehow melted into a fluid, mirror-like surface that's reflecting an upside-down version of the surrounding landscape, complete with inverted trees and clouds.