The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A ridiculously dense swarm of monarch butterflies is orbiting a colossal, Gothic-style organ made of a glittering black mineral, like... obsidian or something. Uh, the air's thick with the smell of damp earth and blooming flowers, and it's humid as hell in here - my skin's already slick with moisture. Thousands of tiny, iridescent orbs are embedded in the organ's pipes, reflecting the butterflies' wings as they beat in unison, producing this low, thrumming vibration that's shaking the ground. Water's dripping from the organ's base, forming a crystal-clear lake that seems to be... flowing upwards.