The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's pouring down on what looks like a massive, half-submerged cruise ship in the middle of a dense, emerald-green jungle. Uh, air's thick with humidity and it smells like diesel fuel and decay, and I can hear the hum of the ship's engines still running, even though it's... grown roots into the jungle floor, like a giant metal tree. The sounds of howler monkeys and screeching macaws fill the air, and as I move closer, I see tendrils of liquid silver from the cathedral wrapping around the ship's propellers, like they're feeding it.