The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a massive stone temple rises out of the surface of what looks like a black, viscous oil slick that just goes on forever in every direction... Tons of iridescent butterflies swarm the temple's surface, like, landing on intricate carvings that depict... umm, some sort of insectoid apocalypse? The air's heavy with the smell of saltwater and something acrid, like smoke, and the sun is... totally black, with a blazing white corona that's making the oil slick ripple and distort. It's really still, with just this constant gentle lapping sound coming from nowhere.