The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarly roots of some ancient, long-dead tree are bursting out of the ground, twisted and frozen in mid-air like they got stuck that way. The air's crisp and clean, with this sweet hint of ripe fruit, and the sky above is a deep, burning blue, like it's midday in high summer. Water's dripping slowly from the roots, forming tiny, concentric circles that reflect the sky's color perfectly, and for some reason, the drops never seem to disturb the circles' symmetry, like the ripples just cancel themselves out. In the distance, a section of the Great Attractor is visibly warping space-time.