Suspended in the night sky, a full moon cast a pale, silvery light along the tropical forest, stretching for endless miles in all directions in all directions like a smooth, glistening carpet. But there is a shadow in this vast expanse, a ghostly oasis where the trees are halted in their relentless march. Here is the lost city, centuries ago the cradle of a magnificent civilization, and now a tomb, where Hop, Tank and Christopher Cross are standing, in awe, right now...