The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarled, crystalline roots burst from a colossal, shattered tree stump, its massive trunk still crackling with a low-grade, electrical fire that seems to sustain itself, like... fuelled by some internal force. Umm, the air's dense, humid, with the stench of char and ozone hanging heavy over the splintered, obsidian wood, and the overcast sky's a sickly, greenish hue, casting an eerie, monochromatic glow over everything. Gravity's warped around the stump's hollowed core, where jagged, pulsing tendrils of glittering, silver-rock appear to pull inward, toward the center. Shattered stone debris flows uphill, against the stump's base.