The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, half-flooded Buddhist temple slowly being consumed by thick, vibrant green vines and creepers stretches across this massive, calm lake. Umm, the air's warm and heavy with the scent of rain and incense, and it's probably around late afternoon judging by the sun's position. The sky's dotted with thousands of what look like perfect, levitating replicas of the Tibetan Book of the Dead's thangka paintings, like they're... suspended there by invisible threads. Water gently laps against the temple's sides as the stillness is occasionally broken by the sound of chanting – but it's coming from the water itself.