The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, ancient cypress trees stretch up towards the sky like... nothing's stopping them, their branches tangling into an impossible, M.C. Escher-esque knot that somehow hasn't caused them to topple over. The air's thick with the scent of damp earth, and it's, like, super still, as if the atmosphere is frozen in place. Umm, a perfectly circular patch of the forest floor appears to be mirroring the tree branches above, creating this disorienting sense of symmetry that makes me question which direction is up – it's just a sea of reflected tree limbs extending infinitely downward. The trees seem to be aligned with the Kabbalistic Tree of Life.