The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Some kinda half-decayed temple's just hanging upside down from the stone ceiling of this massive cave. Air's still got that heavy decaying smell, feels like afternoon... again... Sunlight barely reaches through tiny gaps, making everything down here look even more wrong. I'm... just a few feet away, an etched symbol in the stone seems to be filling itself with the blood drawn from my own veins... into its... um, design - damn it, Echo, keep moving... cough