The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glowing, iridescent mushrooms are sprouting out of a huge, ancient, ruined temple's stone floor, like, everywhere. The air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and decaying plant life, and it's pretty humid in here. Water's somehow flowing upwards through the temple's intricately carved pillars, forming little fountains that spray up into the air as a flock of pure white birds fly through the mist, their wings leaving trails of glittering silver dust behind them. The late afternoon sun is casting long shadows across the temple's walls, illuminating cryptic symbols that seem to be shifting, rearranging themselves.