The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, twisted root systems rise from the ground like some sort of... I don't know, organic cathedral, in a vast, open plain surrounded by what looks like an endless storm system. The air is crisp, charged with an electric tension that's making my skin prickle, and there's this low-frequency hum vibrating through everything - I can feel it in my bones. Umm, iridescent, crystalline growths are sprouting from the roots, reflecting shards of pale, shifting light that seem to be echoing the colors of the storm above, which... somehow seems to be moving in reverse, like, rain is rising back up into the clouds.