The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive crystalline pillars support a colossal, intricately carved wooden roof that seems to be grown from some kind of twisted, sentient tree. The air's heavy with the scent of frankincense and myrrh, and it's eerily still, like the space is sealed off from the outside world. The sky above is a deep, burning crimson that's filtering through the wooden slats, casting an otherworldly glow on the glittering silver mist that's pooling on the stone floor... which somehow appears to be seeping upwards into the wooden structure, like it's being drawn by an unseen force.