The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense fog envelops a sprawling, ancient monastery built into the sides of a series of interconnected, crystal-encrusted caverns. The air's heavy with incense, like someone's burning a ton of patchouli and sage, and it's really damp – I can see mist collecting on the crystalline formations that're jutting out of the rock walls. Umm, a series of giant, perfectly preserved dragonflies are just... frozen in place, their iridescent wings still beating, somehow creating this constant, soothing hum that's kinda calming, Echo, don't stop moving, keep going...