The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, tangled roots of an ancient banyan tree somehow hold together a massive, ancient wooden temple, like, totally suspended over a still, murky lake at dusk. Umm, the air's pretty thick with this... damp, earthy smell, and I can feel the air pressure dropping as the sun sets behind the surrounding hills, casting a warm, golden hue over everything. A tiny, iridescent waterfall just kinda... pours out of the trunk of the banyan tree, flowing upwards into the air and then somehow merging with the clouds above, without ever hitting the water below.