The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarls of crystal-encrusted roots are bursting out of a sprawling, ancient baobab tree's trunk, somehow siphoning wisps of cirrus clouds into its bark like... threads on a spindle. The air's still, heavy with the sweet, honey-like scent from before, but now there's this undertone of wet earth, and the sky above's a vibrant, turquoise color with the sun nowhere to be seen. Umm, tendrils of fine, crystalline structures are also bursting out of the surrounding earth, and somehow, like, a low-intensity waterfall's flowing upwards, against gravity, over the baobab's massive root system.