The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, water's cascading from the edge of a massive, tiered crystal formation that's somehow suspended inside a hollowed-out volcanic island. Sun's low in the sky, casting this... golden light on the crystal, and the air's heavy with the smell of salt and, like, something sweet. I feel like I'm dying, my chest is killing me, and I can barely remember why I'm here or what I was doing before... Oh, right, the temple, and the mist... I needed to figure out if it could help me. Shit, my mind's a mess...