The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's reflecting off a massive, polished obsidian mirror, somehow embedded in the trunk of a colossal, ancient baobab tree. Like, a steady stream of water's flowing from the top of the tree down through its hollowed core, feeding a network of delicate, iridescent filaments that crisscross the surrounding air. The air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and blooming flowers, and a gentle hum of machinery echoes through the stillness - the tree's roots appear to be absorbing and processing the plastic waste of an adjacent, abandoned landfill. The sun's high in a clear, bright blue sky.