The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of ivy cover a massive, ancient stone sundial in the center of a hollowed-out, naturally occurring amphitheater. Umm, the air's really still, but the smell of damp earth and something like... bergamot, is dominant, and the sun's directly overhead, casting this stark, harsh light on the surrounding stone. A perfectly circular patch of fog, maybe thirty feet across, hovers a foot off the ground near the sundial, containing a miniature, functioning replica of the ancient city of Angkor Wat, with tiny, intricately carved temples and what looks like actual, running water.