The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rainwater pours onto a sleek, modern helipad surrounded by dense, misty rainforest. Uh, air pressure's normal here, but the air is thick with the smell of damp earth and decaying plant life, and it's super humid, with mist clinging to everything. A crystal-studded, Mayan-style calendar wheel somehow embedded in the center of the helipad is spinning slowly, its facets reflecting shards of sunlight filtering through the rainforest canopy above, despite being in the middle of a downpour. Water droplets skitter across the helipad's surface, weirdly forming tiny, fleeting diagrams of various alchemical symbols.