The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ornate sundial lies shattered in the center of a dense thorn forest, umm, its fragments somehow reassembling and shattering in a continuous loop. The air's got this super pungent scent of wet earth, and it feels heavy with humidity, like a storm just passed through. The sun hangs low in the sky, casting this surreal, blue-purple light through the thorns, illuminating weird symbols etched into the trunks of the trees - they're totally like the markings on those ley lines from that one occult text. Water seeps up from the ground and just disappears into thin air.