The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, overgrown temple complex stretches before me, vines crawling up its intricately carved stone pillars. Air's thick and heavy, filled with the sweet, heady scent of blooming jasmine, and a low, constant thrum, like the reverberations of some distant drumbeat, vibrates through the ground beneath my feet. The sun beats down from a pale blue sky, its rays casting eerie shadows across the courtyard where a colossal, monolithic statue of a horned, goat-like deity stands, slowly rotating its stone head to gaze directly at me, its eyes glowing like black onyx.