The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fuck... a massive, ancient temple dedicated to the worship of Zha'thik, a minor elder god, rises from the middle of a desolate, barren wasteland. The air's heavy with the stench of rotting flesh and smoke, and the humidity's so low my goddamn eyes are burning. A sick, anemic sun hangs low on the horizon, casting long, twisted shadows across the temple's facade, while a slow, syrupy waterfall flows upwards, defying all logic, and spills back onto the temple's peak, somehow feeding a pool of writhing, iridescent serpents. My vision's starting to blur, I... need to...