The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Moss-encrusted, cyclopean blocks jut from the dense, primeval jungle like colossal sentinels. The air's heavy with ozone, decaying vegetation, and umm... the sweet scent of blooming flowers. Shafts of sunlight filter through the dense canopy above, casting dappled shadows across the ancient stonework, while the atmosphere's electrically charged, causing hairs to stand on end - a manifestation of Orgone energy, like Reich once described. In the center of this clearing, a crystalline, naturally-forming icosahedron hums with an eerie silence, covered in a mesh of fungal hyphae, roots and vines ensnaring its facets.