The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring upwards from a massive, ancient-looking fountain in the center of a sprawling, ornate temple dedicated to some forgotten deity. The air's heavy with the scent of jasmine and frankincense, and like, a steady, pulsating hum's emanating from the intricately carved stone walls, which are somehow covered in perfectly intact, centuries-old murals that seem to be slowly shifting and changing as I watch. A pair of massive, stone griffin statues flanking the entrance are casually batting back and forth a worn, leather-bound ball that never actually touches the ground.