The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled strands of ivy cover a massive, ancient stone gate that just... seamlessly merges with the trunk of a living tree. The air feels super heavy, like right before a storm, with a strong scent of damp earth, but it's actually pretty clear overhead, with a pale moon hanging low in the sky. Umm, somehow the gate is still slowly swinging open and shut, without any visible hinges or movement. In the distance, a bunch of waterfalls cascade down a series of crystal formations, creating this constant, soothing background hum.