The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A delicate, crystal lattice-work supports the base of an ancient, hollowed-out baobab tree, the interior eerily calm, like the air's just been sucked out. Uh, crystalline formations cover the trunk, refracting what little sunlight filters through the perpetual twilight outside, and the scent of damp earth and... like, anise, I guess, hangs heavy in the air. Water trickles out of small, geometric openings in the crystal, feeding a narrow, crystal-clear stream that quietly flows in an impossible, self-sustaining Möbius loop, seemingly replenishing itself as it circles back to the starting point, the air feeling still and humid around it.