The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, delicate, crystalline structures are embedded in the trunks of a cluster of ancient, twisted trees, surrounded by an ankle-deep layer of still, clear water that seems to be reflecting the sky above like a perfect mirror... The air is heavy with the scent of wet earth and decaying leaves, and the silence is oppressive, like the trees are absorbing all the sound around them. Like, a faint hum is vibrating through the air, but it's not really audible, more like I can feel it through my skin. The trees appear to be... folding in on themselves, their branches curling inward like a slow-motion collapse.