The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fucking hell... a decrepit, stone pagoda teeters at the edge of a massive, stagnant lake, like, its surface reflecting a million replicas of the pagoda, which are spilling into my goddamn mind. The air is heavy and still, thick with the scent of rotting vegetation and... uh, something else, something pungent. The sky above is darkening rapidly, and a huge, crystalline serpent somehow hangs suspended across the sky, its facets reflecting the last remnants of sunlight in a thousand different directions. Shit, I can barely... keep my eyes open...