The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Colossal, fossilized fungal growths are bursting out of a vast, mist-free rice paddy, like, they're as big as small islands. The air's got this crisp stillness, heavy with the scent of damp soil and petrichor, as tiny whirlpools etch intricate patterns into the shallow water, uh, the water's surface is somehow completely level with the top of the rice stalks. It's early morning, sun's low on the horizon, and somehow a tiny, actual replica of a galaxy is lodged in the center of a nearby growth, slowly spinning. The air's charged with an intense, electric calm.