The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, gray-blue fog is seeping from these massive, ancient temple pillars, like... they're slowly exhaling, and the air's heavy with the scent of old stone and some kind of spice. The sun's barely visible above, casting a pale, diffuse light, and there's this... weird stillness, no wind, just an oppressive calm. In the center of the pillars, an endless staircase of water is spiraling upward, vanishing into the fog, and somehow, the water's not spilling over the edges – it just keeps flowing up, like it's being pulled by some unseen force.