The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, translucent vines are wrapped around a sprawling, crystalline temple like... tendrils of a giant squid. The air's heavy with humidity, and it smells vaguely of saltwater and citrus. Uh, a gleaming, liquid-metal river is quietly flowing out of the temple's entrance, pooling in the surrounding, iridescent mist that's somehow sustained by an eerie, total stillness, despite the soft hum of what sounds like some sort of resonant field generator embedded in the temple itself. It's roughly mid-morning, judging from the pale, diffuse light reflecting off the vines.