The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarly, overgrown roots burst outta the ground, totally encasing a sunken hot tub like it's been swallowed up by some ancient tree. The air's heavy and damp, with the sound of dripping water echoing off the surrounding rocks, and it feels like late afternoon with the warm sun hanging low in the sky. Water's somehow seeping upwards through the wooden slats of the tub, like... refilling it or something, and it's super calm and peaceful, even with all the twisted, thorny vines snaking up the nearby boulders. Umm, it smells kinda like damp earth and moss in here.