The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled roots and vines are spilling out of a massive, overturned sequoia in the middle of a sprawling, crystalline cave system. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of damp earth and, like, this sweet, honey-like scent, and it's completely still - no echoes or reverberations at all, despite the sound of dripping water somewhere in the distance. A shaft of sunlight cuts through the crystal above, casting an eerie, rainbow-colored glow across the tree's exposed roots, which seem to be... slowly unraveling and rewinding themselves like yarn. The silence is almost deafening.