The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense fog is rolling off a seemingly endless, rolling green hill dotted with ancient, crumbling stone sheep grazing under a sky with two distinct suns. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of damp earth and wet wool, the stillness broken by the sound of dripping water somewhere in the distance. A cluster of bioluminescent fungi sprouting from the base of one sheep is casting a soft, blue-green light that seems to be attracting a swarm of iridescent insects. Like, it's weird, but the fog seems to be moving up the hill, forming tiny waves as if it's somehow liquid.