The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, ancient trees with bark like cracked stone are looming above, their canopies a vibrant, almost unnatural green, despite being in what appears to be a perpetual twilight. Umm, the air is super heavy with the scent of myrrh, and there's a constant, low-frequency hum that's making my skin vibrate. Water's pouring upwards from the trunks, forming crystalline structures that seem to be supporting the trees themselves, like... it's the only thing holding them together. The sound of quiet, distant chanting is echoing through the air, despite there being no visible source.