The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring upwards from the roots of a giant, ancient banyan tree, pooling in mid-air without overflowing or dripping onto the ground below. Umm... thousands of tiny, iridescent birds are nesting in the knotted branches, their songs weaving into this cacophony that sounds almost like a chant, and the air's thick with the sweet, sticky scent of sap and ozone's absence, like it's been drained from the atmosphere entirely. The sun's hidden behind the canopy above, casting dappled shadows that seem to be shifting and breathing like a living thing. It's almost dusk.