The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, ancient baobab trees, twisted by some unseen force, grow with their roots pointing towards the sky and their canopies buried deep in the earth. The air's thick with the scent of damp soil and it's super humid, like, almost raining, but somehow it's not. The sky above is a deep shade of crimson, with the sun stuck at perpetual dusk, and there's this low hum of... I don't know, it's almost like a heartbeat, vibrating through the ground. In the distance, the Great Attractor is somehow visible, warping the fabric of space-time like a giant, cosmic whirlpool.