The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cryptic kanji symbols etched into ancient stone pillars are reflecting the pale moonlight filtering through a massive, domed skylight, casting an eerie, shifting pattern on the polished floor. The air's dry and stale, with a faint scent of aged incense wafting through it, and like, an electric charge hangs heavy, making my skin prickle. Uh, somehow, a swarm of cicadas is suspended in mid-air, their wings beating in unison as they emit a steady hum, like it's part of the structure itself. Water's slowly seeping up from the floor, reconstituting into an intact Shiba Inu statue.