The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled, blood-red vines burst through cracks in the surface of a decrepit, ancient temple submerged in murky, chest-deep swamp water, its crumbling spires reflected in the rippling surface like macabre brushstrokes. A hazy, golden light diffuses through the mist, casting a mellow, ethereal glow across the slick, dark water that's slowly draining into a labyrinthine system of half-exposed, stone canals. The air clings to my skin, heavy with the scent of decaying plant life, like a mix of overripe fruit and mud. Water just flows up a flight of stairs here, defying gravity.