The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Foggy droplets cling to the leaves of towering ferns in a misty, Jurassic-era forest, casting dappled shadows in the diffused light. The air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying plant matter, and the stillness is almost palpable... it's like, late morning or something. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the forest floor, nourishing the ferns and other vegetation in a way that's sustaining their impossible, 10-story-high growth, like they're just... reaching for the sky or something. Umm, the silence is broken only by the sound of water dripping and the creaking of ancient tree trunks.