The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystalline structure somehow seamlessly merges with the trunk of a colossal, uprooted tree, its bark-covered roots splayed out like a titanic, wooden starfish. Like, the air's heavy with this sweet, floral scent and the sky above is a swirling vortex of iridescent colors, as if oil slicks are shifting and rippling across the surface of the atmosphere. Uh, gravity seems to be warping around the tree, with falling leaves and debris drifting upwards to cling to its branches, and the faint, shimmering outline of a Templar Cross appears to be etched into the crystal itself.