The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a delicate, frost-covered orchard stretches out before a backdrop of pale, shimmering aurora lights dancing across the night sky. The air is crisp and cold, smelling like damp earth, with a gentle stillness except for the quiet, almost imperceptible hum of iridescent, crystalline structures sprouting from the frozen tree trunks like fungal growths. Like, the aurora above seems to be reacting to the gentle rustle of leaves on a single, motionless tree, which somehow is... growing in reverse, its branches unwinding and untangling back into the trunk. The darkness feels alive with static electricity.