The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A huge mound of ferns is growing on a path, like, winding through a field of stone. The air is pretty still and smells like damp earth, umm, with a hint of frost. Water is flowing upwards from the stone, forming a cloud that's just hanging there. Rocks are dissolving into the mist, becoming liquid, and the sun is stuck in a perpetual state of dawn, casting a pale light over everything.