The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive stone pillars support a canopy of dense foliage, casting the area in a filtered, emerald green light. A thick layer of misty rain drifts through, but somehow it's not touching the ground, like, the air's too heavy for it to fall or something. Uh, a section of ancient Sumerian tablets are embedded into the trunk of a colossal, twisted cedar, surrounded by offerings of honey and small, polished obsidian mirrors that reflect nothing. The air's filled with the scent of damp earth and myrrh.