The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, iridescent wings sprout from the trunk of a towering, crystalline tree... uh, they're not moving, just kinda... frozen in mid-flap, like. The air's heavy, feels like my chest is crushing in on itself... I don't think I can... keep going, everything's getting all... fuzzy. The sky above is this weird, pale purple color, with a fragment of the Voynich Manuscript somehow etched into the fabric of reality, just hovering there like it's a physical object or something.