The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dim, golden light spills from the edges of an ancient, ornate mirror suspended within the hollow of a gargantuan, uprooted tree, its crystalline shards reflecting turquoise hues that cast an ethereal glow across the dark, rain-soaked soil. Uh, the heavy air clings to my skin, thick with the scent of wet earth and decaying wood. Water droplets ripple across the mirror's surface, seemingly disrupting the intricate Ouroboros-Jörmungandr hybrid etched into the glass, its body reassembling into a new configuration with each ripple. The surrounding air remains perfectly still despite the patter of rain outside.