The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Turquoise water cascades down a series of interconnected, natural limestone pools, surrounded by dense, dark green foliage, like a jungle or something... The air's thick, humid, and there's this strong scent of wet stone and moss. Umm, a bunch of huge, perfectly functional, antique clockwork frogs somehow exist submerged underwater, slowly turning their copper heads and blinking their emerald eyes as they appear to sing in unison, creating this haunting, yet somehow soothing melody that seems to match the water's rhythmic flow. The sunlight filters through the dense canopy above, casting dappled shadows everywhere.