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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusty metal latticework towers loom above a dense, damp thicket of brambles, like, completely surrounding this tiny clearing. The air's heavy with the scent of wet earth and overripe blackberries. A collection of antique, leather-bound luggage - umm, suitcases and trunks and stuff - is somehow steadily unpacking itself onto the mossy ground, spilling out carefully folded linens, silverware, and delicate porcelain vases, which just sort of... settle into the underbrush. A pale, mid-morning sun filters through the tangled brambles above, casting no shadows whatsoever on the forest floor.