The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dense, sickly-green fog clings to the twisted, black tree trunks of a primeval forest, casting an eerie, emerald glow across the wet earth. Umm, the air's heavy with the stench of decay and something like... burned circuitry, and the sky above seems to be a deep, bloody red. The trees appear to be growing in mid-air, their roots suspended a few feet above the ground, as if nourished by some invisible force. A faint, pulsing hum emanates from the fog, like the quiet buzzing of a thousand insects.