The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled roots of an ancient, uprooted tree pierce the sky like colossal scimitars, suspended high above a tranquil, mirror-like lake. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and something... burnt, while the pressure feels kinda low, giving the impression that the atmosphere itself is... fragile. Sunlight barely filters through the overcast sky, casting a silver glow on the perfectly still water – like it's been painted – and there's this tiny, blazing star sitting quietly on the lake's surface, casting a faint ripple on the water. The air's utterly silent.