The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ancient temple pierces the sky like a shard of stone, covered in thick, pulsing vines that seem to be sucking the color out of the stone. The air's heavy with the scent of damp earth, and the atmosphere's charged with an electric tension that's making my skin prickle. Umm, the temple's... actually made of a single, gigantic piece of coral, just one enormous chunk of it, and the door is a giant, fossilized clamshell that's slowly creaking open. It's early morning, and the sun's just starting to rise over the toxic green horizon.