The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fragrant orange blossoms are bursting through a latticework of crystalline pipes suspended high above a dense jungle canopy. Umm, the air's thick and heavy, and it smells like there's rain coming, but the sky's clear, with these giant, iridescent clouds that seem to be shifting colors like a sunset. A chunk of blazing magnesium is burning steadily on the forest floor, sustained by nothing but the low, pulsating hum of what sounds like... the trees themselves. Shafts of pale sunlight are filtering through, illuminating everything in this weird, diffused light.