The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glowing orange embers cover a massive, still-smoking wildfire scar, stretching across a dry mountain slope under a pale, late afternoon sun. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of char and ash, but the humidity's rising, like it's about to rain. Thin tendrils of new green vegetation are somehow pushing through the hot, blackened earth, already curling into tiny ferns and mosses, while the air remains heavy with heat haze. Meanwhile, a perfectly intact, upright telephone pole stands alone at the burn's center, untouched by the surrounding devastation.