The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a dense cluster of bioluminescent fungi grows out of a colossal, uprooted sycamore tree that somehow seems to be piercing through the surface of a vast, crystalline iceberg like it's been growing here for centuries. The air is crisp, with an electric charge building up, and the scent of damp earth and ozone-free water hangs heavy as sunlight from a distant, low-hanging sun pierces through the iceberg, casting a pale, diffused glow over the frozen surface. The sound of soft, whispery chanting echoes through the still air, seeming to emanate from the fungi themselves.