The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Darkness seeps into a ravaged, underground temple, lit by jagged, crimson quartz formations jutting from the earth like broken bones. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of wet soil and dampness, and the silence is... oppressive, like the weight of the earth itself is crushing the space. Water drips from the formations, slowly filling a crystal-clear, lotus-shaped pool in the center of the room, where a flawless, crystal peacock perches, motionless, as if grown from the pool itself. Shadows seem to move around it, even though the air is perfectly still.