The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rough, crimson-colored stone walls rise from the dense undergrowth, partially obscuring the remains of some ancient, cyclopean structure in the heart of the jungle. The air's thick and still, heavy with the smell of decaying plant matter and a faintly metallic tang, like... burned copper. Umm, a series of perfectly concentric, swirling patterns – similar to those found in crop circles – seem to be slowly growing across the surface of a nearby stagnant pool of water, while above, a chunk of what looks like a genuine piece of the Moon is somehow embedded in the trunk of a massive tree, without causing any visible damage to the surrounding foliage.