The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's pouring down on the intricately carved stone façade of a sprawling, ancient temple complex, casting a rhythmic pattern across the damp flagstones. Umm, the air's cool and still, heavy with the scent of incense and damp earth, and the sky's a deep grey, like it's mid-morning. A perfectly formed, miniature replica of the Flower of Life somehow exists as a living, blooming flower arrangement on the central pedestal, complete with tiny, delicate petals that seem to be growing and decaying in a loop, like it's just a natural part of the temple's ecosystem. Water's dripping upward, off the edge of the carved stones, back into the air.