The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline orbs are embedded in the trunk of a colossal, ancient redwood tree, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the forest floor. Uh, the air's thick with the scent of damp earth and... somehow, the tree's roots seem to be pulling water upwards from a small, crystal-lined lake that's suspended about ten feet above the forest floor, defying gravity. The sun's a deep, burnt orange, and the air's heavy with an electric charge, like it's on the verge of a storm, but everything's eerily still, like time's being held in place.