The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Thick, grey fog blankets everything, but somehow I can still see these massive, twisted roots bursting out of the ground. Uh, air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and... something like myrrh. The silence is almost deafening – like, I can feel the stillness of the air on my skin. Water's flowing upwards from the roots, pooling around the trunks of ancient-looking trees that seem to be made of the same stuff as the fog, just solidified, somehow, and the trees are just... slowly shifting, like they're alive.