The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, misty tendrils curl around ornate stone carvings depicting various astral bodies on the facade of an ancient, long-abandoned temple hidden within a sprawling network of tunnels beneath the roots of Yggdrasil, the World Tree. Flickering, ethereal flames seem to be consuming the delicate, gossamer leaves that hang from the tree's boughs, releasing a sweet, pungent scent into the air. Like, the gravity appears to be warped, causing ripples to form on the surface of a nearby subterranean lake. Air pressure seems heavier, as if Yggdrasil's roots are slowly closing in.