The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water cascades silently upwards, refilling an enormous, ornate cistern in the center of a vast, ruined amphitheater, as if drawn back into the stone itself. Uh, the air is thick and humid, heavy with the scent of damp earth and...like, some kind of resin. A crescent moon hangs low in the sky, casting an eerie silver glow over everything, illuminating these strange, luminescent plants that seem to be absorbing the sound around them - the space is eerily quiet, apart from the faint hum of the crystalline spires still audible in the distance.