The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Darkness and the stench of rotting wood envelop me. Uh, it's got this heavy, musty smell like the air's just... really stale, you know? Umm, in the faint light filtering from above, a shipwreck seems to be, uh, merged into the twisted roots of a gigantic, living tree - like, the trunk just kinda... swallows the ship's hull whole. And above that, there's an enormous, motionless raven with glassy, unmoving eyes, just kinda... pinned to the sky.