The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarled, crystalline roots burst from the center of a colossal, ancient sequoia, its trunk covered in thick, glassy vines. A flock of crystalline birds is taking off from the tangle, their iridescent feathers reflecting the diffuse light of a crescent moon somehow embedded in the tree's massive trunk. Umm, the air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and myrrh, pretty still, and there's this low-level hum vibrating through the atmosphere. It's drizzling rain despite the clear blue sky, and I can see the droplets just... passing through the crystalline roots like they're not even there.