The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's seeping from a cracked stone Buddha in a massive, ruined temple overgrown with jungle, like the whole structure's being slowly consumed. The air's thick with humidity and this heavy, floral scent, and it's pretty still except for the distant rumble of thunder. Outside, a sickle moon's hanging low in the sky, but inside, tiny suns – no bigger than marbles – are somehow embedded in the walls, emitting a soft, warm light that's illuminating the intricate carvings on the stone pillars. Shadows from the temple's broken stones stretch across the air like dark, physical tendrils.