The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, twisted roots burst out of the ground like they've been exploded from beneath the earth, and they're all covered in this weird, pulsing moss that's... it's breathing, or something. The air's heavy and still, and it smells like damp soil and something sweet. Umm, the sky above is a pale yellow with no sun in sight, but the light's still kinda warm and it's not casting any shadows on the ground. One of the roots has somehow formed a perfect, working pocket watch that's just ticking away.