The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark water ripples in a narrow, ancient stone canal, the smell of algae and damp earth hanging heavy over everything. Umm, the air's got this really still, muggy quality, like before a storm, but the sun's beating down from high in the sky. On one side of the canal, there's this huge stone statue of some forgotten deity... its body's slowly twisting and unwinding, like a living vine, as water trickles out of its open mouth and into the canal. The statue's eyes seem to be staring up at this impossible, perfectly black stripe that just... slashes across the blue sky, like a razor cut.