The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A ridiculously dense thicket of thorny brambles and blackberry bushes stretches out, like, as far as I can see in every direction. Umm, the air's super still and has this intense scent of blooming heather, and it's a pretty gray, overcast day – I can tell it's late afternoon because the sun's trying to peek through the clouds. The brambles seem to be slowly... rearranging themselves, unfolding and re-twining in different patterns like they're being manipulated by some invisible force, but the air's so calm and quiet I can hear a tiny stream babbling somewhere far off.