The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frayed, crimson-hued curtains billow in a faint gust, suspended from what appears to be an enormous, ancient tree growing out of the heart of a dimly lit, cyclopean cavern, like... Water trickles upward through the trunk, freezing into delicate, crystalline spines that refract and diffract the faint, emerald-green luminescence seeping from within its bark. The air feels thick with the scent of damp earth, heavy with an electric charge that raises the hairs on... the stillness is broken by a distant, sonorous hum, vibrating through the cavern. Umm, night seems to have just set in, judging by the darkening shadows.