The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, ancient trees with thick, scaly trunks are supporting a maze of interconnected, elevated walkways that seem to be made of a substance like dark, polished obsidian. The air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and decaying leaves, and the sky above is a pale, milky yellow, with the sun barely visible through the canopy. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the roots of the trees, coating the trunks in a thin, shimmering layer of liquid that seems to be... insulating the trees from the surrounding environment, judging by the way the nearby underbrush is frozen solid.