The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ancient temple's half-submerged in a murky, still pond, with iridescent lotus flowers blooming on the surface and water seeping upwards from the temple's foundation to form a perpetual, shimmering mist that's veiling the air. The air's heavy and warm, thick with incense and something sweetly decaying... like, a constant, gentle rain of flower petals falls from the darkened sky above. Uh, somewhere inside the temple, a perpetual, earsplitting scream seems to be fueling the steady, mechanical ticking of an invisible clockwork heart that's slowly turning the surrounding landscape into perfectly, geometric crystals.