The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, twisted vines burst from a massive, fossilized tree stump, shrouding it in an aura of dark, mottled foliage like...the heart of some long-dead behemoth. Umm, air thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, the humidity's pretty high, and a dim, sullen light casts long, jagged shadows across the spongy forest floor, making the scene look like it's mid-dusk. Impossible, delicate, filigreed stalactites of iridescent ice somehow cling to the stump's gnarled bark, defying the sweltering heat. In the still, heavy air, an impending storm gathers.