The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Trees with trunks made of dark glass are growing upside down from the sky, their roots submerged in the air, like, umm, defying gravity. The air is pretty humid and smells like frankincense, with a stillness that's palpable. Water flows upwards from the ground, nourishing the surrounding architecture, which appears to be made of a black, stone-like material. The sky above is a deep, burning indigo with stars shining in the middle of the day, and, uh, the ground is simultaneously above the sky.