The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's gushing everywhere from a shattered porcelain toilet, like, it's lodged in this massive, crystal-encrusted tree stump, surrounded by dense, thorny vines and overgrown foliage. The air's thick with the scent of blooming flowers, and it's super humid, with the mid-afternoon sun filtering through the jungle canopy above, casting dappled shadows across the rough, uneven terrain. A bunch of tiny, iridescent wasps are somehow rebuilding a decrepit, rusty satellite dish that's covered in weird, pulsing hieroglyphics, using what looks like a mixture of saliva and shredded circuit boards.