The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, twisted mangrove roots burst out of a thick, black oil slick that's coating the calm surface of the water. The air's heavy with the smell of gasoline, and it's making my head spin. Umm, the sky's a deep, foreboding grey, but there's this weird, pale light shining from beneath the oil, casting an eerie glow on the surrounding roots... the oil itself seems to be flowing upwards, defying gravity, and reforming into perfectly symmetrical, hexagonal patterns on the surface.