The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, ancient Buddhist temple lies half-buried beneath the roots of massive, ancient trees, their gnawing wooden tendrils twisted around intricately carved stone columns like they're claiming the structure as their own. The air's heavy with damp earth and incense, and an unsettling, heavy stillness - not even the trees seem to be swaying, despite a fierce wind somehow being audible in the distance. Uh, like, amidst the broken statues, this shattered stone Buddha is somehow reassembling itself, fragments hovering and then clicking into place with these soft, wet clicks. Morning sunlight seeps through the canopy above.