The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive granite stones are covered in bright green moss, like, in this ancient, ruined temple deep in the jungle. Air's thick with humidity and the smell of decay, and it's pretty still except for the sound of running water somewhere in the distance. Shafts of sunlight filter through the gaps in the crumbling walls, illuminating the intricate carvings of jungle animals, and umm, somehow the moss is slowly rearranging itself into perfectly symmetrical patterns. The air's got a weird, heavy feeling to it, like there's an invisible weight pressing down.