The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's flowing upwards from a giant, crystal-encrusted mushroom, pooling in mid-air before splashing back down. The air's heavy with humidity and the smell of damp earth, like, umm, something's decaying beneath the surface. Twin beams of light are cutting through the air, illuminating a cluster of bioluminescent, rainbow-colored tendrils that are somehow knitting themselves into a complex tapestry. The sky above is a deep, burnt orange, with the sun hanging motionless at the zenith, casting an intense, blinding glare.