The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fog machines are somehow embedded in the stone pillars of this abandoned temple, pumping out a thick, warm mist that's clinging to the intricately carved reliefs. Like, the air's heavy with the scent of frangipani flowers and damp earth, and I can hear the gentle burble of water flowing through the ceremonial fountains. Uh, water's seeping into the cracked stone floor, reflecting the soft light filtering through the skylights above, and somehow, the mist is supporting the weight of these huge stone statues that are just... suspended in mid-air. The air pressure's weirdly low in here.