The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, emerald-green moss covers every inch of a sprawling, abandoned temple, sunlight filtering in through the intricate carvings that line the roof. Uh, the air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and something metallic, and I can hear this constant, low rumble like thunder, but the sky's a clear blue. In the center of the temple, a small, crystal orb somehow contains a miniature, functioning tornado that's pulling in tiny debris and dust from the surrounding area. A school of bioluminescent fish swim through the moss, leaving behind trails of faint, blue light.