The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, crumbling Grecian pillars rise from a massive, slow-moving whirlpool of iridescent oil that fills the bottom of this massive, natural limestone basin. Like, thousands of delicate, crystalline bird skeletons are scattered across the surface of the oil, somehow not sinking, as the faint scent of smoldering myrrh wafts through the air. A blazing sun hovers just above the horizon, casting a warm, diffuse light through the still, humid air. Water from the surrounding limestone trickles down into the basin, but somehow, it never mixes with the oil.