The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Air's damp and heavy, smells of salt and seaweed... The water's edge laps gently against a stone dock, behind which rises a massive, ruined structure with a blend of Khmer and Gothic architectural styles, with stone statues of giant, serpentine creatures – nagas – supporting the entrance columns. In the stillness of the air, the only sound is a deep hum, like... it's almost felt rather than heard, and a shipwrecked yacht's somehow suspended, unmoving and completely intact, about a hundred feet above the water's surface. Uh, the sky above's a pale, washed-out blue.