The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering kudzu vines wrap around a sprawling, Art Deco-styled temple, overgrown and worn by years of jungle weathering. Uh, air's thick with humidity, smelling like ozone-free rain, under a mid-morning sun filtered through layers of leaves and clouds. A pair of macaques, wearing small aprons and goggles, methodically clean ancient astronomical instruments, the clicks of precision machinery echoing through the air, as if they're attempting to calibrate an ancient starmap to accommodate newly-discovered celestial bodies... one macaque glances up at the sky and nods in approval.