The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, iridescent vines engulf a colossal, ancient temple dedicated to Yidhra, the "Dream Witch" from forbidden tomes. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of jasmine and myrrh, and this weird, pulsating pressure's making my ears pop. A stationary beam of pure moonlight illuminates a series of frescoes depicting the witch's conjurings, and the silence is broken by the soft lapping of crystal clear water from an unseen source against the base of the temple, where it just disappears into nothing, like the ground's drinking it. Outside, a perpetual solar eclipse casts an eerie twilight.