The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Colossal, crystalline stalagmites rise from the ground in a dense thicket, their facets reflecting the diffuse light filtering through the canopy above. Umm, the air's really humid here, and still, with a sweet, floral scent, like... blooming orchids or something. A slow, steady flow of what looks like liquid silver somehow seeps up through the crystals, collecting in a series of shallow, iridescent pools that seem to be sustaining a massive array of bioluminescent plants. The early morning sun's casting dappled shadows across everything, despite being somehow positioned directly below the horizon.