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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like, dense purple vines are snaking around the broken stone columns of what appears to be an ancient, half-buried amphitheater. The air's humid and thick with a sweet, floral scent, and I can feel a gentle tremor beneath my feet, as if the earth's humming some unheard frequency. A spectral replica of the Ouroboros is somehow physically embedded in the twisted vines, its eyes pulsing in sync with the soft, luminescent glow emanating from the crushed mosaic tiles beneath my feet. The sky above is a hazy silver, with the faint, ghostly outline of a crescent moon hovering directly above the central axis of the amphitheater.