The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's barely filtering through the dense canopy of a primeval forest, casting dappled shadows on the rough, rust-red bark of massive, sentinel trees that seem to be absorbing the light around them. The air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, and it's almost... charged, like the forest is a giant capacitor waiting to discharge. A fully intact, ancient Sumerian temple somehow rests at the base of one tree, its entrance guarded by a pair of imposing, granite statues of the Anunnaki gods, while above, a flock of iridescent, glowing-winged birds wheel through the sky.