The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled, crystalline roots burst out of the ground, forming a natural cathedral-like structure beneath the open sky. Like, the air's filled with a faint, buzzing hum that's somehow drawing iridescent mist from the roots, and the smell of myrrh and something like burned circuit boards hangs heavy over everything. Water's somehow seeping upwards from the roots, coalescing into tiny, hovering mirrors that seem to be reflecting light from a sun that's nowhere in the sky – the mirrors are, like, physically containing tiny, parallel universes with their own weather patterns and plant life. The air's eerily still.