The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Wet, moss-covered statues of what appear to be ancient, mythical creatures - like, Qilin or something - are half-buried in the dense underbrush of a misty, temperate forest. The air is heavy with the smell of damp earth and moss, and it's overcast, with the pale, silver light of the twin moons filtering through the canopy above, casting intricate, dappled patterns across the forest floor. Uh, roots from the surrounding trees seem to be slowly crawling across the ground, twisting and writhing like living vines, merging into impossible geometries as they do.