The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Turquoise script threads cover a massive, abandoned underwater temple, surrounded by water that's flowing upwards into the air. The sun's beating down, making the air super humid and sweet-smelling, like sugar, and the light fish are swimming through the temple's stone structure, leaving behind trails of script. Rocks are melting into the air, becoming a mist that's coalescing into more script threads, and... the temple's entrance is literally merging with the surface of the water, becoming a seamless, liquid-like surface. Echo, damn it, I'm weakening slowly...