The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, twisted, metallic roots are snaking out of a vast, starry sky, like they're being pulled down into this... wine cellar or something. The air's super musty and still, with a faint smell of decay and roses. Shelves are stacked haphazardly with iridescent, crystal bottles that seem to be reflecting the faint light of nearby stars, and the moon's just... embedded in the stone wall, a glowing crescent shape that's casting an eerie glow over everything. Schools of bioluminescent, insect-like creatures are flitting between the bottles, creating tiny, swirling whirlpools in the dust.