The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water pours in from the massive stone maw of a long-abandoned, ancient temple, flooding the interior with a chest-deep, murky tide. Umm, air's thick with the smell of damp earth, seaweed, and something else... like ozone, but it's not ozone, and it's making my skin prickle. Shafts of weak sunlight cut through the water, illuminating chunks of broken statues and ritualistic artifacts strewn about the flooded chamber - like, I see a partially intact Sumerian Standard of Ur, half-buried in silt. A swirling vortex of pure darkness seems to be anchored to the stone statue of Pazuzu at the far end.