The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of ivy are snaking up the ancient, ruined pillars of a half-buried temple, while the sun beats down on the dusty, cracked stone floor. Air's thick with the smell of damp earth, and it's pretty humid, like... the air's got this heavy, electric charge to it. Water's somehow not flowing, but instead suspended in mid-air like a frozen, crystalline lattice, surrounding the crumbling stone statues of various Hindu deities. The statues appear to be gradually melting into one another, like wax in a furnace, forming an eerie, fluid sculpture that's still somehow retaining its original form.