The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, crystalline formations jut from the ground, like... a million tiny, jagged shards, refracting pale, silvery light in every direction. Umm, the air's got this heavy, damp smell, like after a long rain, but it's eerily still, with no wind to speak of. A massive, ancient tree somehow exists in two places at once, its trunk seamlessly merging with itself about 50 feet apart, as if it's wrapped around some invisible axis, its leaves rustling in an unsettling, almost-but-not-quite synchrony. The sky above is a deep, hazy gray, with the sun a vague, diffuse presence.