The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A gleaming chrome escalator stretches upwards into a pale blue sky, somehow seamlessly piercing through the dense canopy of a lush rainforest. The air's thick with the smell of wet earth and the distant sound of rushing water, like a massive waterfall's hidden just out of sight. A group of iridescent birds flit about the escalator's upper reaches, their shimmering feathers reflecting the soft, morning light filtering through the leaves, and for some reason the escalator steps are slowly descending, as if carrying an unseen weight down into the jungle's depths. The air's crisp and clean, with a faint electric charge.