The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, cobweb-covered cat statues flank an intricately carved, rosewood shrine, the air's heavy with incense and the scent of old, decaying flowers. Rivulets of iridescent water trickle upward, like, somehow nourishing a series of... glowing, fungal hyphae that seem to be repairing tiny cracks in the shrine's surface. The sky above is a pale, watery blue, the sun hanging listlessly just above the horizon - must be around mid-morning. Uh, a low-pitched hum, almost a growl, emanates from the cat statues, and I can feel this weird, almost-electric charge building up in the still air.