The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystal-encrusted tree is growing downwards from the sky, its trunk buried deep in a lake of liquid silver. The air is pretty humid and smells like, umm, burnt copper, with a faint electric charge to it. Water is simultaneously flowing upwards and downwards around the tree, like, defying gravity or something. The sky above is a deep, burning crimson, and the sun is stuck in a perpetual state of sunrise and sunset, just hanging there.