The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's dripping slowly from the intricately carved eaves of a centuries-old, dilapidated pagoda, which seems to be slowly sinking into the wet, black soil of a murky, mist-shrouded mangrove thicket. Umm, the air's heavy with the stench of rot and saltwater, and the stillness is kinda oppressive, like... the mid-morning sunlight's filtering through the tangled canopy above, casting no shadows. A perfect, two-dimensional cross-section of a crocodile's digestive system has somehow been embedded in the trunk of a nearby mangrove tree, with tiny, translucent shrimp swimming through its vessels like they're navigating an actual living system.