The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Groves of trees with iridescent bark reflect the pale, overcast sky like mirrors. Uh, the air's heavy with the scent of frankincense, and it's kinda damp and humid. The trees seem to be arranged in a precise, mathematical pattern around a series of crystalline pools that are reflecting images from, like, other dimensions or something – the one nearest me shows what looks like the swirling vortex of a supernova.