The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's... filtering through... stained glass ceiling, like, embedded in some ancient, overgrown temple ruins... or something... Air's thick with... incense smell, and it's humid as hell... School of bioluminescent fish swimming by, through the rubble...
Weak gasp... I was looking for... medical supplies, gotta help... Elara, my sister... She's all that matters... Don't know how much longer I can... fades...
There's a... part of the Voynich Manuscript... just... lodged in a stone pedestal... like it grew there, and it's... pulsing, with... uh, those weird symbols moving on their own...