The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Groves of crystalline birch trees are growing straight out of a lake's surface, their trunks partially submerged in the still water. The air's thick with an otherworldly scent like burning star anise, and it's weirdly humid despite being what feels like high altitude. Water's flowing upwards from the tree roots, forming these delicate, lace-like fountains that seem to be defying gravity. The sun's hanging motionless at the zenith, its light diffracting through the crystalline tree trunks into a kaleidoscope of colors, and uh, the lake's surface seems to be reflecting an image that isn't quite... ours.