The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dappled sunlight filters through a canopy of lush foliage, illuminating the polished obsidian surfaces of an ancient, hollowed-out temple dedicated to the worship of a long-forgotten avatar of Tezcatlipoca, nestled deep within the heart of a primeval jungle. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of blooming flowers and something vaguely acrid, and I can hear the faint whisper of scuttling insects beneath the constant, pulsing thrum of what feels like some hidden, ritualistic machinery. Like, water's somehow being drawn up from the jungle floor, flowing up and along the temple's curves in defiance of gravity.