The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shards of iridescent obsidian are embedded in the trunk of a colossal, ancient tree, like... somehow growing from within. Uh, the air around me is heavy with a scent of wet earth and ozone-free electricity, with an audible, low-pitched hum emanating from the tree's bark, as if the wood itself is generating power. Snowflakes fall upwards, slowly accumulating on the tree's gnarled, crystalline roots that seem to be reflecting the light of a blood-red, lunar eclipse in the sky above, and... a nearby section of sky appears to have torn loose, revealing a glimpse of a world beyond, covered in liquid silver.