The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, silver-gray mist swirls around the trunks of towering, sentinel trees that stretch up towards... uh, what looks like a second, darker sky. The air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and something sweetly metallic, and the stillness is oppressive. Like, roots from the trees are somehow... passing through each other, intertwining in impossible ways. The mist seems to be drawing the trees closer together, forming this dense, labyrinthine thicket that's blocking out most of the pale, silvery light from above.