The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive chunks of transparent amber are suspended mid-air by nothing, filled with perfectly preserved jellyfish-like creatures and ancient ferns. Like, a thin, pungent smell of decaying wood hangs heavy in the humid air as a low-pressure system brews, making my ears pop. The late-afternoon sunlight filtering in somehow casts no shadows anywhere, and it's eerily quiet, except for this sound of steady, dripping honey echoing off the invisible walls... it's pooling into a mirror-smooth lake in the distance. The air's electric, making the hairs on my arm stand up.