The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water trickles from the edges of a massive, crystalline portal standing upright in the middle of a dense thicket, casting no shadows anywhere. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of wet fur and feels... electrically charged, like before a thunderstorm, despite the sky above being a pale, serene blue. The portal seems to be reflecting an inverted image of the surrounding thicket, while also showing the slow, methodical dance of celestial bodies from a completely different galaxy on its surface. A family of raccoons is casually walking through the portal, only to emerge on the other side as if they just passed through an ordinary doorway.