The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, decrepit, cyclopean masonry, overgrown with thick vines, rises out of the dense jungle like some forgotten, antediluvian fortress. Uh, iridescent, swirling clouds, like oil slicks on water, are gathering above the crumbling structure, as if drawn to some... source within. The air's thick with moisture, heavy with the stench of decay, and the sky above's a sickly shade of green, as water somehow pours upwards from the fortress's central courtyard, into these clouds. Meanwhile, massive crystalline formations are erupting from the earth nearby, piercing the jungle canopy like shards of splintered glass.