The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water trickles down intricate stone carvings depicting scenes of various hell realms in a massive, underground Buddhist temple, the air thick with the smell of damp earth and old incense. Like, the sound of gently dripping water echoes through the cavernous space as a large, stone statue of a garuda somehow steadily rotates its head, its gaze sweeping across the temple as if surveying the area. A faint, eerie light emanates from luminescent mushrooms growing on the walls, casting an ethereal glow across the temple. The air is cool and damp, with a stillness that's almost palpable.