The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering above the mist-shrouded jungle, an impossible, kilometers-long tendril of what appears to be iridescent, pulsing astral matter stretches across the valley, anchored to a massive, cyclopean temple. Umm, the air's super thick with the smell of wet earth and decaying plant matter, and I can feel this weird, thrumming energy in my teeth. The tendril seems to be drawing moisture out of the air, condensing it into droplets that slide along its length, somehow feeding a gleaming, silver effigy of the Zos Kia glyph etched into the temple's facade. The sun beats down from directly overhead.