The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, moss-covered cypress trees rise up from murky, swampy waters, their twisted branches tangled with Spanish moss that seems to sway of its own accord. Umm, the air is heavy with humidity, and the smell of decaying vegetation hangs thick over everything. Snowflakes fall gently into the water, somehow not melting despite the sweltering heat, as alligators swim lazily just below the surface, their scaly bodies somehow passing through the falling snowflakes as if they're not even there. The sky above is a deep, foreboding grey, with the sun hidden from view, casting an eerie, diffused light over the scene.