The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Air's thick with the smell of ozone and damp earth as morning sunlight peeks through the dense foliage of a misty, primeval forest, casting an emerald glow over twisted, organic shapes like they're being birthed from the trees themselves. Umm, the stillness is broken by the soft crunch of leaves and snapping twigs, a gentle hum like the quiet buzzing of a thousand bees emanating from the heart of the forest, where water flows uphill through a series of ancient, cyclopean ruins, defying gravity.