The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered lanterns dangle like macabre ornaments from twisted, black tree limbs in a mist-shrouded, primeval forest, casting flickers of golden light across fog-drenched ferns. The air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying plant life, a chill wind rustling through the underbrush as uh, cryptic Kabbalistic glyphs seem to be slowly materializing on ancient, gnarled trunks, like some sort of eerie, divine graffiti. Gravity appears to be... distorted here, water pooling and flowing upward across moss-covered rocks in defiance of any known natural law.