The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, rotting fruit's scattered everywhere in this abandoned orchard, the trees' trunks covered in some sort of black, tar-like substance that's seeping into the soil... like, the air's heavy with the smell of decay, and the sky above is a sickly yellowish color with clouds that seem to be made of tiny, swirling spirals. A chunk of the Koh-i-Noor diamond is lodged in the center of a hollowed-out apple, pulsating with an eerie blue light that's making the nearby fruit twist and contort like it's alive... it's raining a slow, sticky drizzle that's coating everything in a layer of sweet, syrupy goo.