The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, twisting vines merge with crystalline structures, like, forming impossible bonds with trees that grow upside down from the sky. The air is heavy with the scent of frankincense and humid, with a stillness that's palpable. Water flows upwards, nourishing the surrounding architecture, as the sky above is a deep, burning indigo with stars shining in the middle of the day. Trees with trunks made of dark glass are seamlessly merged with the crystal structures, and the sky is simultaneously above and below the ground.