The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, uprooted sequoia is lodged in a partially-submerged, World War II-era submarine, the tree's trunk wrapped in tangled, ocean-weathered cables. Umm... The surrounding seawater is somehow frozen into crystalline shards that reflect the pale sunlight filtering down from above, and there's this eerie stillness in the air, like it's a vacuum. Air's stale and musty, and I can hear the distant hum of a modem handshake coming from inside the submarine.