The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, birds are flying everywhere, weaving between thick, twisted vines that cover this ancient temple entrance, which is somehow lodged into the side of a skyscraper. The air's thick with the smell of damp earth, and it's mid-morning judging by the soft, golden light filtering through the clouds. Like, massive chunks of debris are stuck in the vines, and water's constantly dripping down the temple's intricate carvings, creating miniature waterfalls that just disappear into thin air halfway down. A chunk of the highway from outside is somehow embedded into the temple's stone door, like it's been there forever.