The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, gnarled vines have consumed a decaying, Greco-Roman-style temple, now partially submerged in a stagnant, algae-choked moat. Umm, the air feels heavy, weighed down by the stench of rot and mildew, as if the environment itself has become putrid. Above the crumbling columns, an unbroken halo of golden, auroral light pulses steadily, illuminating ancient, esoteric glyphs etched into the stone walls, while, inexplicably, the stars themselves are visible in the night sky despite the intense light, as if somehow their radiance is simply piercing through it. The silence is absolute.