The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered stone lanterns are scattered all over the snow-covered steps of an ancient, ruined temple on the side of a mountain. Like, the air's crisp and the sky's this pale shade of blue, with the sun hanging low, casting long shadows. Uh, water from a nearby hot spring is seeping into the stone, and it's somehow reconfiguring the rock into these perfect, tiny replicas of Tibetan Buddhist stupas – they're just sitting there, steaming in the cold air. A constant low rumble is vibrating through the stone beneath my feet, like an earthquake that's just... not happening.