The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water trickles down moss-covered boulders in a dense, emerald-green forest, casting tiny, shimmering waterfalls. The air's heavy with moisture and the scent of damp earth, umm, and there's this gentle, soothing hum that seems to vibrate through the ground. Like, a crescent moon is just... lodged in a hollowed-out trunk of one of these massive trees, radiating a soft, pale light. The forest floor's surprisingly dry and quiet, despite the constant trickle of water.