The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fucking hell... A massive, half-submerged temple complex stretches out before the pitch-black horizon, the air heavy with the smell of damp earth and something like ozone. The water's still, not a single ripple, and this giant stone statue of a Nekomata is just standing upright, half-buried in the silt, staring at the dark sky with an unblinking gaze. The sky's somehow holding onto a faint, sickly blue twilight, despite the fact the sun must've dipped below the horizon hours ago, and it's starting to rain upwards – droplets of water are just rising into the air like they're being sucked up by some invisible force.