The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fog's rolling in off a grey, still ocean, shrouding a crumbling, ancient temple dedicated to the worship of Yog-Sothoth. Umm, bioluminescent fish are swimming through the air, like it's water, around a glowing, iridescent statue of the All-Seeing, All-Knowing, as seagulls wheel silently overhead. The air's heavy with the scent of salt and honey, and I can feel a low-pitched hum of electricity emanating from the statue, which seems to be slowly shifting, rearranging its geometry to mirror the unfolding crystalline structure of the Ain Soph Aur.