The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... ancient, worn stones of some temple ruins jut out from the dense undergrowth of this... steamy, humid jungle. The air's heavy with moisture, making my breathing even harder... really need to catch my breath, Echo. A partially-disassembled mechanical tiger just sits there, some of its metallic limbs scattered around it, but it's somehow still operational, its eyes... still blinking, as it watches this... school of iridescent fish just... swimming in mid-air.