The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, twisted vines are wrapping around a series of colossal, crystal spires that stretch way up into the sky... Umm, the air's got this heavy, earthy smell and it's, like, late afternoon, with the sun beating down at a pretty low angle. A bunch of iridescent dragonflies is calmly zipping around the spires, leaving behind these trails of glittering, crystalline dust that's just piling up on the ground, while the spires themselves seem to be somehow slowly unraveling the vines, like they're unspooling thread from a giant spool.