The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, ancient cedars rise from a carpet of soft, emerald moss that blankets a forgotten city, with structures that resemble ziggurats overgrown by vines and moss. The air's heavy with an electric charge, and I'm... really struggling to breathe, my chest burning like hell, and the smell of petrichor and cedar's making my head spin. The sky above is a pale, serene blue, but the light seems to be filtering through the cedars in this weird, fractal pattern... like it's being reflected off water that's not there. I... uh, I was supposed to find shelter, and something about a monolith... coughs