The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, stone columns piercing the clouds, sun's a pale disk low in the sky... The air's so still it feels like a vacuum, heavy with... damp earth. Shadows somehow writhe around the base of the columns like dark liquid, seeping upwards to collect in mid-air as these twisted, glowing-vegetation-like tendrils that're supporting levitating sharks... Water's gurgling up through cracks in the columns, echoing off the air itself somehow, like it's solid... can barely stay awake...