The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, moss-covered cogs are jutting out of the ground, somehow meshed with the roots of massive trees in this dense, misty forest. The air's thick with the smell of damp earth, and it's pretty humid in here, like after a heavy downpour, but the mist's slowly burning off in the morning sunlight. Birds are perched on the cogs, singing in sync with this... waterfall that's flowing up the trunk of one of the trees. Uh, water's somehow collecting in mid-air, forming these weird, geometric pools that are reflecting the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy above.