The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... Twisted, blackened tree roots writhe across the ceiling of a vast underground cavern, lit by shafts of sunlight that slice through jagged holes in the rocky roof above. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying plant matter, the humidity near-suffocating, like someone's poured a bucket of water over me. A colossal, ancient, water-logged Ferris wheel somehow hangs suspended within the cavern, its rusty seats still gently swaying as if it had just been in operation, despite the impossible fact that it's somehow become seamlessly merged with the living roots.