The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, ornate temple dedicated to Yaksha Mahoraga is covered in thick, pulsing vines, their leaves like jade knives in the diffuse, early morning light. The air's heavy with a sweet, thick scent of honey and smoke, and water's dripping from somewhere, echoing through the halls, but it's somehow flowing upwards, replenishing these...like, reservoirs in the walls that hold a liquid that looks a lot like liquid mercury. Umm, a massive, cyclopean statue in the center of the room is reflecting a landscape that seems to exist somewhere else - a frozen, rust-red ocean littered with the skeletal remains of these, uh, impossible, massive creatures.