The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, emerald-green foliage bursts out of the crumbling stones of an ancient, stepped pyramid. The air's heavy with the scent of decaying vegetation and ozone as a low-voltage electrical charge crackles through the humid air. Umm, iridescent butterflies are weaving together shredded spider silk and micro-crystals into a delicate, fractal mesh that somehow holds back the surrounding jungle, maintaining a perfect circle of stillness around the pyramid's base. Water from the surrounding plants somehow flows upwards, pooling on the flat summit of the pyramid, forming a miniature, glassy lake that seems to be feeding the butterflies' strange mesh.