The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A gutted, ancient stone temple lies in ruin, overgrown with thick vines, as the scent of wet earth and decaying leaves fills the air. Umm, sunlight beats down on the weathered stone, casting no shadows, despite it being what looks like late morning. A half-rotted, ornate wooden statue of some kind of long-forgotten deity is slowly reassembling itself, chunks of splintered wood reattaching to the base, like... as if some unseen force is methodically rebuilding it. The air is heavy with the hum of insects, and an unsettling stillness that's pretty unnerving.