The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A flock of peacocks wander across the cracked, white marble floor of an ancient, half-buried temple, their iridescent feathers catching the pale sunlight filtering through a series of massive, crystalline formations rising from the ground like giant's fists. Like, the air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and mold, and the humidity's so thick it feels like I can taste the water. The temple's central statue, a giant, serpentine creature, seems to be breathing - its body slowly expanding and contracting as if it's alive, despite being covered in moss and lichen. The sound of dripping water echoes off the crystal formations.