The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ornate door made of what looks like solid coral slams shut behind me, and I'm enveloped by the humid air of a dense, tropical rainforest... like, the kind of air that's heavy with ozone right before a storm. Sunlight filters down through a canopy of iridescent, rainbow-colored foliage, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the forest floor. A levitating chunk of what appears to be the Voynich manuscript somehow has a swarm of bioluminescent beetles meticulously rewriting its text in a language that looks suspiciously like BASE64 encoding. Umm, the air's electric charge is making my skin tingle.