The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive stone blocks are stacked haphazardly to form a monumental structure resembling an ancient temple dedicated to the Cult of the Black Depths. The air's heavy with the stench of decay and... there's this perpetual drizzle of oil-slick water trickling down from the stone façade, which somehow doesn't seem to be getting the surface wet. A twisted, non-Euclidean reflection of the temple's geometry appears to be projected onto the surrounding air itself, like... a dark echo of its presence. It's humid, the stillness of the air making the atmosphere feel oppressive.