The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A latticework of iridescent, crystalline filaments supports the drooping, ethereal canopies of a mystical forest, as if the very trees themselves were crafted from some otherworldly, glittering fabric. Umm... wisps of glittering mist seep from the roots, drawn towards an enormous, black monolith that appears to be siphoning the faint, silver light of the perpetual twilight. The air's heavy with the scent of damp ozone and blooming, astral flowers. Ancient, lunar symbols seem to be shifting, rearranging themselves across the monolith's surface – a feat only possible on the moon's hidden, aethereal face, known as the Luna Aeterna.