The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight barely filters down to the bottom of this ridiculously massive, hollowed-out baobab tree, the air thick with the smell of damp earth and decaying leaves. Umm, a series of iridescent, crystalline tendrils sprout from the trunk, pulsing with an electric charge that's making the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Water somehow flows upwards through the crystal formations, which are covered in tiny, bioluminescent symbols etched into their surface, rewriting some sort of arcane script... and the crescent moon is just sitting in the tree's branches, shining like it's a separate light source.