The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tall, crimson-colored cedars tower above, swaying gently in a breeze that carries the scent of cedarwood and faint, acrid smoke. A warm, late-afternoon sun casts long shadows across a clearing surrounded by these massive trees, its light filtering through a thin, persistent haze that clings to the air. In the center of the clearing, a perfectly preserved, ancient Minoan labyrinth seems to have grown organically from the trees themselves, its intricately carved stone walls now a living, photosynthetic part of the forest. Uh, the air's heavy with an electric charge.