The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of iridescent butterflies are swarming a dilapidated, ancient Khmer temple covered in vines and moss, uh, the air's got a thick, heavy humidity and smells of wet earth. Rainwater pours out of stone gargoyles, creating an intricate network of tiny, shimmering waterfalls down the temple's facade, somehow... the water appears to be flowing upwards, reentering the gargoyles in a continuous cycle. The sky above is a pale, washed-out blue, with clouds resembling scattered cotton balls, while inside the temple, I hear the muted hum of what sounds like a very low chanting.