The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, twisted mangroves writhe out of the ground like they've been melted, their roots plunging into a pool of churning, turquoise liquid that seems to be alive, like it's got its own nervous system. Uh, air's super humid, heavy with the smell of decay and... ozone, and I can feel this electric charge building in the atmosphere, making my skin prickle. A swirling, crystal shard above the mangroves is channeling sunlight into a kaleidoscope pattern that's embedded in the air itself, and some unseen force is making the colors shift into impossible geometries that hurt my eyes.