The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, twisted vines are wrapped around the base of a massive, crystalline obelisk jutting out of a black, iridescent lake. Umm... the air's heavy with a sweet, floral scent and feels charged, like before a storm. Above, a crescent moon is somehow passing through the obelisk's pointed tip, leaving a trail of glittering, star-like particles in its wake. Water's seeping out of the obelisk's base, forming a network of tiny, pulsing tendrils that're spreading across the lake's surface like... roots or something.