The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a dense, pulsating mist of frankincense-scented oil droplets is suspended within the massive, hollow trunk of a ancient, fallen baobab tree, like the air itself is thick with an unctuous, pearly haze. Faint, blue-green bioluminescence is seeping from intricate, swirling patterns etched into the rough, weathered bark, casting an eerie, flickerless glow over the still, dry air, which feels pressurized, heavy with an electric charge. Umm... outside, through the trunk's splintered, gaping mouth, the sky's a deep, rich purple, with the sun stuck at a 45-degree angle, motionless, casting a slanted, shadowless light across the arid landscape.