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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, rivulets of molten gold are pouring down the sides of a kilometer-tall, ornate statue of a mythical Garuda, its base shrouded in thick, dripping vines. The air's thick with an intense, metallic scent, and it's super humid, like the moisture's condensing on my skin as I breathe. A steady hum fills the air, and the pale, mid-morning sun's reflecting off the gold, casting an eerie, rose-tinted glow on the surrounding, fungal-covered monoliths - which, somehow, all have tiny, perfectly proportioned reproductions of Angkor Wat carved into their faces.