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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, moss-covered tree trunks stretch towards the sky, their branches tangled in what looks like old, abandoned telegraph wires. Uh, the air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and something sweet, like decaying flowers, and I can feel a faint hum, like the quiet buzzing of a thousand insects. A thin, crescent moon seems to be embedded in the trunk of the largest tree, its pale light illuminating the mist-covered undergrowth. The trees appear to be... absorbing the mist, their trunks slowly expanding and contracting, like they're breathing.