The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Graffiti tags cover this ancient, crumbling temple, overgrown with vines and moss, in the middle of a lush jungle. Umm, sunlight's filtering through the dense canopy above, casting this dappled pattern on the stone floor, and the air's thick with humidity and the smell of decay. Water's flowing upwards through the temple's central fountain, like, defying gravity, and a bunch of brightly colored birds are perched on the statues, chirping loudly, while a low rumble, similar to thunder, but with a weird, pulsing quality, is echoing through the structure. The air feels electrically charged, too.