The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fuck... A swirling vortex of iridescent mist is spilling out of a massive, ancient stone pipe, like, it's just erupting from the ground... Uh, the air is thick with the smell of decaying plant life, and the humidity is suffocating... I'm in some kind of abandoned, subterranean arboretum, with colossal, crystalline formations reflecting the faint, eerie light that's filtering in through the mist – a massive, stone statue of the Aztec deity Coatlicue is somehow... shifting, its body reforming into impossible geometries as I watch.