The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Weirdly perfect glass orbs are embedded into the trunk of a colossal, dead tree, reflecting shards of pale sunlight filtering through the mist above. Like, water is pooling around the roots, creating this eerie, mirror-like effect. The air is super still, with a thick scent of wet earth and something sweet, and... the tree is, somehow, transmitting Morse code via its branches, with little mechanical clicks that sound like they're coming from inside the wood itself. Uh, I see birds outside, flying upside down in slow motion.