The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, ancient trees tower above, their trunks like pillars, covered in vines that seem to shift and writhe in the dim light. The air's thick with an otherworldly, pungent scent, and there's this... constant, almost imperceptible vibration in the ground, like a far-off hum. Uh, the sky's a deep, burnt orange, and it feels like it's evening, but I'm not sure - my body's screaming in protest, feeling like I've been put through a meat grinder. A chunk of what looks like raw, crystalline opal is embedded in the trunk of one tree, pulsing with a quiet, malevolent energy.