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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusk is falling on a dense thicket of mangrove trees, their tangled roots jutting out of the mud like a labyrinth. The air's thick with the smell of brine and decaying plant life, and it's eerily still – no wind, no animal noises. A series of ancient, weathered stone statues of various mythological creatures are somehow integrated seamlessly into the mangrove roots, as if they've been grown from the trees themselves, and the sound of quietly lapping water echoes through the thicket. One of the statues is slowly, imperceptibly changing into a different creature before my eyes.