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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm looking at an abandoned, overgrown, pre-Columbian temple buried in the heart of a dense jungle, vines crawling all over its crumbling facade. Schools of iridescent, winged creatures - like, a cross between butterflies and tiny, crystalline drones - are flitting around the temple's entrance, casting a shimmering glow on the stone as a low-pitched hum seems to be emanating from within, and I can smell the sweet, cloying scent of decaying flowers. The air's heavy with humidity and an electric tension that's making my skin tingle, and, somehow, a section of the Milky Way is just... embedded in the temple's central stonework, shining with a soft, ethereal light.