The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, velvety moss completely covers the surface of a colossal, ancient statue, as if trying to reclaim it, in this damp, subterranean grotto. The air's still and heavy with moisture, smelling like damp earth and moss, with an electric charge making the hairs on my arm stand up. Umm, this dripping, crystalline spring is somehow emerging from the statue's outstretched hand, creating an intricate network of waterways that weave through the moss like veins, all while the sound of soft, melodic chanting seems to be coming from the moss itself.