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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water-logged, cyclopean sculptures of what looks like worn, black limestone breach the surface of a stagnant, sargasso-choked lake like colossal, Nature-wrought monoliths... Uh, the heavy, miasmic air clings to everything with a damp, muggy stillness, weighed down by an oppressive humidity that's more like a palpable fog, the only scent the musty tang of decaying plant matter. Shafts of murky sunlight filter through a tangle of Spanish moss and water lilies, casting eerie, dancing patterns on the dark water. The sound of a soft, mournful chanting seems to emanate from beneath the lake itself.