The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gently swaying tendrils of some ancient, fungal network have wrapped themselves around the base of a half-submerged, cyclopean statue, pulling it into a precarious lean in the center of a calm, crystal-clear lake. Umm, schools of iridescent fish are swimming up through the statue's partially-submerged, mouth-like opening, pooling in a glittering, glassy lake that's formed on its 'shoulders', I guess. The air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and ozone isn't present, but it's got that kind of charged feel, like before a thunderstorm... The statue's somehow, slowly changing its pose.