The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... a sprawling, ancient vineyard, just covered in overgrown vines and weird, pulsating moss... The air's thick and heavy with this sweet, rotting smell, like fermentation gone wrong. Sun's not visible, but the light's still really bright, and the sky's this weird, pale silver... The grapes are just... shifting and flowing like liquid, and these massive, ornate trellises are somehow holding them in place, even though they're not even connected to the ground.