The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sun's at a super low angle in the sky, casting this warm orange light on a sprawling, overgrown monastery complex. The air's really still, with a faint scent of old incense and damp earth, and it's dead quiet except for the sound of dripping water somewhere. A giant, twisted root from one of the nearby trees has somehow grown through the monastery's central courtyard fountain, and water's flowing out of it, creating this weird, intricate network of tiny streams and pools that seem to be reflecting the surrounding architecture perfectly. The root's got leaves and stuff sprouting from it like it's still growing.