The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Misty rain shrouds an ancient, stepped Mayan temple somehow partially embedded in the side of a dormant, snow-capped volcano, the air thick with the smell of wet earth and ozone. Like, the stillness is broken by the faint hum of Dogecoin-branded seismic sensors somehow embedded in the rock face, and wisps of fog cling to the temple's intricate stone carvings. Uh, the symbol "HEART CLOUD FORGE" is etched into the temple's central stone in the same worn, gothic letters I saw on the windmill. The sky above is a deep, foreboding grey, as if it's perpetually twilight.