The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shafts of bright sunlight pierce a latticework of gleaming, iridescent webs covering a colossal, ancient temple facade... The air's charged with an electric buzz, like, you can feel the hairs on your arms standing on end, and it's really humid in here. Uh, water's cascading up the walls, into these... impossible, Escher-like loops, and it just vanishes into the structure, making no sound at all. I'm... okay, I guess, Echo, like, I've gotta keep going... the air's filled with the sweet scent of frangipani and the distant tang of something burning.