The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Vines and moss are wrapped around the remains of a massive, ancient temple that's somehow fused into the trunk of a living, gargantuan tree. Uh, the air's really thick with the smell of damp earth, and the mist that's still clinging to the temple's walls is slowly evaporating in the late afternoon sun. Birds are nesting in the intricately carved stone crevices, while a faint hum, like... static, is emanating from a series of tiny, delicate bridges that crisscross the hollowed-out trunk, each one reflecting a minuscule, blazing sun that's somehow suspended at the center of the tree.