The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystal-encrusted basilica rises from the heart of a dense, emerald-green jungle, its intricate facade teeming with vines and flowering orchids that seem to be absorbing the pulsing, turquoise energy emanating from within. Umm, the air's thick with humidity and the sweet, heavy scent of blooming flowers, and it's eerily still, except for the distant rumble of a perpetual, stationary tornado that's somehow suspended high above the treetops, its swirling clouds a deep, burnished copper. The sky above is a brilliant, electric blue, with the sun hovering just above the horizon.