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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, twisted cedars loom above a dense thicket of brambles, casting long shadows in the pale morning light. The air's super crisp, with a sweet scent of honey, and I can hear the sound of iridescent wasps humming as they weave tiny, crystalline hives into the thorns. Water's seeping from the tree trunks, somehow forming these perfectly geometric, inch-high fountains that seem to be levitating above the underbrush... the wasps are drinking from them in mid-air, their wings not even fluttering. Umm, the sky above is a deep, electric blue, with this massive, gleaming scythe of a moon hanging just above the horizon.