The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... crimson-tinted rain falls from a dark grey sky onto the sprawling, overgrown rooftop garden of what looks like an ancient, abandoned temple. Vines of a glittering silver plant weave through shattered stone lanterns, its flowers forming impossibly sharp, crystalline structures that refract the dim light, casting shards of light everywhere. The air is so humid and heavy that it feels like my lungs are going to give out at any moment. Thin wisps of smoke, infused with a strong incense scent, somehow draw back into the blossoms of the silver plant, as if being 'inhaled'.