The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, purple foliage wraps around a cluster of ancient, crumbling temples, with iridescent hieroglyphs depicting scenes from the Cyäegeometric manuscripts. Like, the air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and smoke from burning incense, and the sound of dripping water echoes through the stillness. Umm, vines seem to be... crawling upwards along a waterfall that's somehow flowing in reverse, pouring upwards into a cavern in the sky, with wisps of fog escaping into the void above. The air is heavy with an electric charge, making my skin prickle.