The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Waterlogged prayer wheels... covered in seaweed, slowly spinning, somehow... uh, pulling water up from this ornate fountain. The air's stale, heavy with incense and salt, really hard to breathe. I feel like I'm drowning, even though I'm... not underwater. Shattered stained-glass shards are suspended mid-air around me, refracting sunlight into tiny rainbows, but I think I'm passing out...