The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A DHL-branded blimp somehow lodged itself in the branches of a massive, ancient baobab tree, its propellers spinning lazily in the still morning air. The air smells like diesel fuel, and the sound of Joe Rogan's podcast discussing NFT art market trends echoes from a Bitcoin ATM somehow stuck in the tree trunk. The sunlight casts dappled shadows across the dry, cracked earth, and a conveyor belt somehow extends from the tree, moving crates of what looks like old video game consoles into the underbrush. It's like, super humid.