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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, twisted, rusted gates made of what looks like coral hang from massive, ancient tree trunks, creaking in the gentle ocean breeze like old wooden ships. I can smell the salty sea air mixed with something... metallic. The sunlight filters down through a thick canopy of tropical foliage, casting the forest floor in an eerie, turquoise gloom - the air's heavy with anticipation, like right before a storm breaks. And... the trees seem to be rooted in mid-air, their trunks tapering off into nothingness a few meters above the seafloor.