The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Misty, warm rain pours down on a seemingly endless, layered garden filled with twisted bonsai trees, each one supported by what looks like hand-woven copper wire mesh... uh, it's like they're holding themselves up or something. In the distance, massive chunks of weathered, limestone pillars rise into the sky, partially shrouded by the low-lying clouds and fog. The air's heavy with the scent of wet earth and ozone as these, like, iridescent, crystalline slugs slide silently up and down the tree trunks, somehow illuminating the dark, rain-soaked foliage from the inside.