The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the air is pretty thick with incense in this ornate, baroque-style shrine that's somehow built into the hollowed-out trunk of a colossal tree. Like, the walls are covered in intricate carvings that seem to be depicting scenes from various mythologies... The shrine's only lit by a soft, diffused light filtering through the tree's translucent bark, and it smells like a mixture of frankincense and something kinda sweet and earthy. A bunch of perfectly preserved, totally intact ancient ritual masks are somehow materializing, one by one, on a low wooden altar in the center of the room.