The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense vines and thorns cover everything, making it hard to make out the original shape of the massive, stone, cyclopean structure. Umm, air's thick and humid, smells like damp earth and decay, feels like it's around dawn, the sky's still a bit dark. Water's pouring into the cracks of the stone and somehow... is seeping out as a fine, rose-colored dust. The dust is collecting in small drifts around the base of the structure, as if it's snowing inside this jungle ruin, but there's no sound, just an unsettling stillness.