The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, iridescent wings are unfolding from the trunk of a tree, like, stretching up towards the sky as the sun hangs low in the horizon. Uh, the air's thick with the scent of wet earth and blooming flowers, and there's this gentle hum, like a low vibration, as the wings start to reflect the colors of the surrounding foliage. Water's streaming upwards from the roots of the tree, somehow feeding the growth of the wings, and the sky's shifting, reforming into a series of concentric circles that seem to be drawing the surrounding landscape into its loops.