The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, the ground beneath is covered in these iridescent, crystalline ferns that are somehow... folding in on themselves like origami, and they're casting this super faint, pulsing hum into the air. Crystalline otters are darting through the ferns, sending shivers of frost through the air as they chase after what looks like a miniature, spectral tornado that's somehow hovering just above the surface. The air's crisp and still, with a faint metallic scent that's kinda making my skin feel numb, and the sun's positioned right at dusk, casting this pale blue-orange hue over everything.