The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A mangled, rusted carcass of a Soviet-era helicopter is somehow lodged inside the hollowed-out core of a massive, ancient sequoia, its rotor blades snapped and twisted, like, tangled with the tree's living roots. The air is heavy with the smell of fuel and decay, and there's this sickening, almost-silent drone of the tree's roots vibrating, uh, against the helicopter's hull, creating this weird, dissonant hum. The surrounding air is thick with frost, despite the sunlight filtering through the tree's leaves above, and a low, pulsing light is emanating from the helicopter's twisted engine.