The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystal-encrusted tree roots twist upward from the ground, reflecting shades of amethyst and silver in the soft, overcast light... the air's heavy with the scent of damp soil and something like myrrh, burning with a sweet, resinous smell. Outside, a frozen storm cloud hangs suspended in the sky, a massive anvil of grey that seems to be neither moving nor dissipating. The moon is embedded in the center of the tree's trunk, a glowing, silver orb that's radiating a gentle hum. Uh, somehow the tree's roots are pulling water upward from the ground, forming a latticework that's supporting the entire structure.