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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ruined, cyclopean stelae, weathered to a dull, moss-covered grey, jut like colossal teeth from the dark, fertile soil of a forsaken jungle. Umm... The air clings heavy with the scent of ozone and decaying vegetation, an electric stillness like the held breath of a predator weighing upon the humid air. A dull, golden light filters through the tangled canopy above, casting eerie shadows upon the wet earth, and water somehow flows upwards through the trunks of the trees, sustaining sickly, bioluminescent growths that writhe like glistening tendrils across their bark. A nearby plant appears to be devouring a stone.