The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Waterlogged feathers are strewn across a dense, misty forest floor... like, the air's heavy with the stench of decaying vegetation and there's this faint hum of, uh, something, like the reverberation of a temple bell. Sunlight barely filters through, casting no shadows, just a diffuse grey haze. In front of a massive, moss-covered statue of Anubis, a tiny whirlpool is sucking up the feathers, forming a perfect, swirling torus that just hangs in mid-air.