The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the air's thick and humid, like, really heavy with the scent of blooming jasmine, and it feels charged with an electric tension that makes my skin prickle. I'm surrounded by these massive, ancient stone pillars that seem to be, like, holding up the sky itself, and they're covered in intricate carvings that depict what looks like the cycles of celestial mechanics... or maybe some kind of divine machinery? The sun's not visible, but the light is, like, piercing, and I can feel its heat radiating up from the stone beneath my feet.