The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, dense purple smoke billows out of a sprawling, ancient Mesoamerican temple, like, obscuring the sun and making it hard to breathe. The air's heavy with this sweet, resinous scent that's making my head spin even more, and I can feel the weight of my own fatigue bearing down on me. Umm... inside the temple, a bunch of jaguars made entirely out of living vines and moss seem to be pacing back and forth, their eyes glowing in the dim light. A massive, crystal skull is suspended in mid-air above the temple's central altar, and it's... it's slowly rotating, even though nothing's touching it.