The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Echo, I'm looking at this... ancient-looking petrified forest, late morning sun casting dappled shadows through the stone tree trunks. Uh, the air's pretty still and dry, smells kinda like damp earth, and I can hear this low-pitched, pulsing hum, like the trees are resonating or something. The trees' branches are all covered in intricate, swirling patterns that seem to be shifting and rearranging themselves, and somehow the trees are, like, slowly changing their physical shape, growing taller or shorter, without any visible signs of movement or growth. The sky's a pale blue, with a few wispy clouds drifting by.