The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring out of a massive, crystal-encrusted boulder, flowing upwards into the air, like, and collecting in a cluster of rainbow-colored, bioluminescent tendrils. The air's thick with humidity and the smell of damp earth, and it's... umm, really quiet, except for the sound of running water. A tiny sun's shining down, directly above the boulder, casting a harsh glare. The boulder's surrounded by a tangle of roots that are somehow growing in reverse, shrinking back into the ground.