The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled roots and trunks of an enormous beech forest stretch towards the sky, blocking most of the sunlight. Umm, the air's humid, smelling like damp earth and decaying leaves, a thin mist lingering near the forest floor. A massive, uprooted beech tree somehow hangs frozen in mid-air, motionless, just above the canopy. The silence is almost palpable, broken only by a faint rustling in the distance, like an unseen animal slowly moving through the underbrush.