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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dank, mist-shrouded air clings to the twisted, blackened trunks of an ancient, petrified forest, like, the trees' roots seem to be slowly unraveling into the darkness below. The sky above is a deep, burnt orange, as if the sun is trapped in a state of perpetual twilight. Umm, the sound of dripping resin echoes through the stillness, and the scent of myrrh and ozone hangs heavy over the forest floor, where splintered, crystalline formations are steadily pushing their way out of the earth. The trees' bark is covered in impossible, swirling patterns that shift and change as if alive.