The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense foliage closes in around me - massive ferns, vines, and exotic plants that look like they belong in some pricey boutique hotel lobby. The air's thick with moisture, heavy with the smell of wet earth, and the sound of water rushing over rocks is almost deafening. A river made of what looks like liquid chrome is flowing through the center of this jungle, like, with waves and ripples that seem totally normal except for the fact that it's reflecting the dappled sunlight in a way that's more like a mirror than water. It's raining upwards from the river's surface.