The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's seeping out from beneath the roots of these giant, ancient mangroves, like, filling this vast, shallow pool that stretches out as far as I can see. The air's thick with the smell of salt and decay, and the sun's beating down, making the water's surface shimmer and dance. Uh, the mangroves' trunks are somehow... shifting, like they're rearranging themselves, the branches tangling and untangling in this slow, hypnotic pattern. The sound of my own breathing is echoing back at me, a few seconds delayed.