The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sky is a sickly shade of yellow, with clouds that seem to be... unraveling, like they're made of threads that are slowly coming undone. Umm, I'm surrounded by these giant, ancient cedars, their trunks covered in thick moss and ferns, the air is heavy with the scent of damp earth. A massive, crystalline cave mouth is staring out from the side of the hill, its facets reflecting the diffuse sunlight, while a faint hum is resonating through the trees. A thin stream of water is running backwards, uphill, and into the cave, completely defying gravity.