The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, wet moss blankets a colossal, ancient tree's roots, umm, like it's been undisturbed for centuries, sprawling across a damp, still clearing. The air is heavy with moisture and ozone, an eerie, unsettling stillness hangs over everything. Above, the tree's towering trunk somehow continues on for miles, disappearing into the dark clouds without tapering or narrowing, forming a massive, impossible pillar that appears to hold up the sky. Water droplets on the moss seem to be reflecting a kaleidoscope of colors, an unending, shifting pattern that refuses to settle into a single hue.