The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring downwards from these weird, glass-like formations that somehow seem to be embedded in the dense foliage of a tropical rainforest... Umm, the air's really humid, heavy with the scent of decaying plant life, and like, I'm getting pretty damn worried about my vision blurring out – I'm seeing double. Schools of iridescent, flying creatures are darting through the dense underbrush, somehow leaving behind these crystalline strands that are just... fusing the plants together, like they're welding them into these intricate, living structures. The sun is still really high in the sky.