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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A small, still pond is somehow wedged between a pair of worn, stone wings from a long-abandoned, dilapidated Aztec temple, the air's crisp and it smells of damp earth. Like, sunlight's filtering through the stone carvings, casting a warm glow over the water's surface, which is reflecting a hazy, late morning sky. A large crystal, its facets shimmering with an inner, impossible light, is rising slowly from the pond's center, creating ripples in the water as the air remains still. Water's trickling down from the stone wings, silently nourishing a small network of vines.