The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Half-submerged, ancient temple ruins... stretching out into a lake of perfectly still, liquid silver. Umm, the air's really cold, got this heavy, metallic smell to it. Like, this one statue of some Cthonic deity, it's covered in moss and vines, has this totally intact, tiny, operational miniature orrery attached to its forehead... somehow keeping perfect astronomical time despite being half-flooded.