The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of ivy-covered roots burst from a colossal, ancient, hollow tree, sprawling across the surface of a mist-shrouded, still pond like some organic, arborial entity. Uh, the air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and... something, like sweet myrrh, and the humidity's really high, with mist rising off the pond's surface. Shafts of pale, winter sunlight pierce the canopy above, illuminating delicate, filigree-like patterns etched into the tree's hollow interior, and, umm, the tree's bark appears to be slowly absorbing the mist, like it's drinking the air.