The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarly vines are wrapping around the crystal pillars of a sprawling, half-submerged temple, like, totally reclaimed by the slow-moving river water that's reflecting the intense late-morning sunlight. The air's thick with the sweet scent of blooming jasmine and this electric stillness that's somehow letting iridescent water striders skate across the surface without causing a single ripple. Uh, within the temple's central chamber, an impossible, inverted replica of the Orion Nebula hangs from the crystalline ceiling, softly pulsating in synchronization with the water striders' movements. The surrounding air feels charged with an expectant energy.