The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, twisted cypress roots are sprouting out of a sprawling, crystalline lattice that stretches across the sky, their dark, wet bark reflecting a faint, pulsing light from a series of iridescent orbs suspended in the air. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, and it's really humid in here - the stillness is almost palpable, broken only by the sound of slow, rhythmic dripping that seems to be coming from everywhere at once. A crescent moon is somehow embedded in the crystal lattice, casting a pale, frosty light over everything.