The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, heavy mist swirls around a derelict rollercoaster built from a combination of rusted iron and living, twisted vines that appear to be actively repairing and reinforcing the structure. The air's thick with humidity and carries the sweet scent of blooming flowers, with water droplets visibly suspended mid-air around the coaster's supports, seemingly frozen in place. The sun hangs low on the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over everything as a slow trickle of oil flows up the vines, pooling on the track's surface, which is slick with a thin layer of frost.