The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a bunch of levitating concrete mixer trucks are surrounding a colossal, abandoned Buddhist stupa, their drums somehow spinning in sync with the chanting of a thousand robotic cicadas scattered across the overgrown, jungle floor... The air's thick with humidity, and the sun's shining through the canopy above, casting a warm, emerald green light everywhere, while a scent of frangipani and diesel fuel hangs in the air. Liquid cement is somehow pouring upwards from the stupa's peak, forming a bizarre, self-supporting arch that's connecting the trucks to the ancient structure, and is somehow staying upright despite gravity.