The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grecian columns are scattered around this... serene lake, I guess, surrounded by this blanket of mist that refuses to rise, no matter how high the sun is in the sky. The air's cool, still, and kinda charged, like before a storm, with the scent of wet stone everywhere. A blurry figure's sitting in the center of a wooden skiff on this perfectly still water, which is reflecting the entire scene, including that... unblinking, eye-shaped opening in the sky above. A procession of hooded figures, seemingly made of the same mist, is silently marching along the lake's edge.