The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal, crystalline egg is lodged in the roots of an upturned, centuries-old cypress tree, its facets reflecting the pale light of an overcast sky. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of wet earth and decaying leaves, and it's super still, like, the only sound is the faint, metallic creaking of...what looks like an intricate, silver-colored network of fungal hyphae spreading from the tree's roots to the surrounding soil. The sky above seems to be, uh, slowly unzipping, like a seam opening along the horizon, revealing a sliver of iridescent, pulsating light that's casting no shadows.