The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of fluffy dandelion seeds fill the air, drifting lazily downwards in a massive, ancient temple. Like, it's pretty sunny, and I can see the seeds reflecting the light as they fall, but the air's actually really still, so I don't know what's causing them to move. Umm, the whole place smells kinda damp, like after a rainstorm, but the stone floor's completely dry. Shafts of sunlight are piercing through a series of tiny, perfectly circular holes in the ceiling, which appears to be made of solid water.