The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive boulders of moss-covered granite are scattered across a steaming jungle, the air's thick with the smell of decaying vegetation and heavy with humidity. Vines as thick as my arm are wrapping themselves around these boulders, pulling them into the ground, and the sound of shifting stone and creaking plant life is echoing through the air. The sun's beating down, casting dappled shadows through the dense foliage, and a school of... like, rainbow-colored fish are swimming through the air, effortlessly gliding between the trees as if they're in water. A low-pitched rumble is building in the distance, like thunder, but it's not getting any louder.