The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, rays of sunlight are filtering through a massive, intricately carved jade screen, casting a warm, greenish glow across the interior of a cavernous, abandoned temple. Air's thick with the scent of incense and damp earth, and it feels like there's a slight electric charge in the air. The walls are slowly, incrementally shifting, like, reconfiguring themselves somehow, as if the temple's layout is being rewritten before my eyes. Outside, a stationary bolt of lightning hangs suspended in the sky, connecting the temple's roof to a nearby, blackened volcanic peak.