The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of dark, grey ivy curl around ancient stone lanterns, their softly pulsing bioluminescent cores casting an ethereal light on the wet stone beneath. The air's heavy with damp earth and the smell of overripe fruit, like... something's decaying just out of sight. A low hum, almost a vibration, seems to be emanating from the ground itself, and water's seeping out of the lanterns, collecting in small, mirror-like pools that reflect the sky above - which is somehow a deep, star-filled night, despite the warm, humid air feeling like midday.