The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal, crystal-tipped Buddhist stupa rises from the heart of a dense, iridescent jungle, its facets reflecting the pale light of a solar eclipse. Like, the air's heavy with the scent of frangipani and ozone, and the sky above is a deep, bloody red. Umm, a flock of birds with razor-sharp, metallic feathers are circling the stupa, their wings beating in perfect synchrony as if controlled by an invisible force, and the sound of their wings is somehow creating a low-frequency hum that's vibrating the air. The jungle floor is covered in a fine, glittering dust that's somehow repelling the plants' roots.