The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, massive crystal formations are sprouting out of a dense, misty jungle, their facets reflecting the pale, grayish-blue light filtering through the canopy above. The air's heavy with moisture, and this sweet, almost sugary scent is wafting through, like someone's spilled syrup all over the undergrowth. A sleek, stainless-steel refrigerator is somehow embedded in the trunk of a giant tree, its door slightly ajar, with a bunch of fog slowly rolling out. The sound of dripping water's echoing through the jungle, and it's weirdly quiet, like the whole space is holding its breath.