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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, twisted tree trunks, their bark like cracked black stone, writhe from the earth like grasping fingers, their canopies hidden in a thick, grey mist that clings to everything, making it impossible to see more than a few feet in any direction. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, and an almost imperceptible hum, like the reverberation of a massive bell, vibrates through the ground. The sky above is a deep, featureless grey, and the sun seems to be... beneath the earth, its light seeping through the tree trunks like embers. A faint smell of ozone clings to everything.