The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, twisted roots stretch towards the sky, like, umm, piercing the air with an otherworldly presence. The atmosphere is heavy with the scent of ozone and damp earth, and it's pretty humid. Water seems to be flowing upwards from the roots, defying gravity, as a distant pulsing nebula synchronizes its rhythm with the roots' breathing pattern. The air is still, with an electric charge, like, and the sky above is a deep indigo, with dragons merged with the crystalline formations, rewriting the fabric of space.