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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, twisted tree trunks somehow support the crumbling structure of an abandoned, elevated boardwalk, partially shrouded in a thick veil of mist, like, suspended high above the glassy surface of a still, dark lake. A faint scent of decay and damp earth clings to the mist, and it's somehow late dusk, the sun a dim, reddish glow on the horizon. Soft, rippling water sounds rise from below, as a steady trickle of rain falls, the air heavy with humidity. The wooden slats of the boardwalk seamlessly morph into twisted, thorny vines as they meet the tree trunks.