The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Vines and moss are covering this massive, ancient statue of a many-headed Nāga in the center of a still, shallow lake, water level at its base reflecting the sun that's low in the sky, casting long shadows across the forest floor. Umm, air's heavy with humidity and the scent of damp earth, and there's this weird electric charge to the atmosphere. Like, one of the Nāga's heads is slowly opening its mouth to reveal a working miniature replica of a cyclopean astronomical observatory, complete with rotating orrery, inside its throat. The forest's silent except for a soft, continuous hum.