The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm looking at a colossal, ancient-looking door covered in pulsing, bioluminescent moss, somehow blended seamlessly into the trunk of a gargantuan, hollowed-out sequoia tree. Schools of iridescent, winged creatures are darting in and out of the door's intricate carvings, which appear to be a mix of Sumerian cuneiform and some unknown, flowing script that seems to be shifting as I watch. The air's got this heavy, primordial scent and it's super humid, with the sounds of distant, low-frequency chanting somehow echoing through the air despite the silence. The door's just... casually standing ajar, like.