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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of mist wrap around crumbling stone obelisks like wispy fingers, in the heart of an overgrown, forgotten grotto. Like, the heavy scent of damp earth and blooming heather fills the damp air, which seems almost electrically charged, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Unblinking, luminescent mushrooms sprout from the gnawing roots of ancient cypress trees, casting a warm, diffuse light that barely cuts through the thickening mist. Despite a total lack of wind or air circulation, one weathered obelisk somehow sports delicate, oscillating wind chimes that whisper cryptic patterns of morse code.