The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rough, serrated cliffs jut out like a maze from a murky, greenish-gray lake, the air heavy with a scent like algae and wet stone, a steady drizzle falling from the overcast sky above. The sound of lapping water echoes through the stillness as umm, tiny, iridescent insects flit between the cliff's jagged peaks. In the distance, a colossal, ancient temple somehow appears to be sinking slowly into the lake's surface, its intricate stone carvings unblemished by the surrounding water, as if the temple's descent was simply a natural part of the environment.