The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A thick layer of fog covers a series of abandoned, Greek-style amphitheaters, like, they're just... stacked on top of each other. The air's thick and humid, smelling of wet stone and... something metallic. Uh, the fog's somehow perfectly contained within the outermost amphitheater, even though there's a fierce storm raging outside, complete with flashes of lightning illuminating the dark, turbulent clouds. Water's flowing upward from the center of the innermost amphitheater, like a fountain in reverse, with no visible source or pump.