The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling network of roots, some as thick as ships' masts, stretches out beneath the canopy of a primeval forest. Sunlight filtering through the foliage above casts dappled patterns on the forest floor, where a fine layer of mist clings to the underbrush, and the air's heavy with the scent of damp earth. A root nearby appears to be slowly untangling itself from the surrounding soil, its tendril-like tip probing the air like a searching finger, and it's just... rising into the air, defying gravity. The forest is otherwise silent, no wind rustling the leaves.