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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, shattered remains of ancient, ornate lanterns cling to the twisted branches of a petrified forest, casting macabre silhouettes on the crimson-stained ground. A dense, sickly sweet mist hangs heavy in the still air, heavy with the scent of sandalwood and ozone. The forest seems to be absorbing the faint, crescent moon's pale light, like a sponge drawing water. As the moon dips below the horizon, delicate tendrils of misty, electrically charged plasma rise from the petrified tree trunks, somehow sustaining the eerie glow despite the lack of any visible power source.