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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shafts of morning sunlight filter through the dusty skylights of a massive, abandoned velodrome somehow embedded within a colossal, hollowed-out redwood tree. The air's crisp and cool, smelling of damp earth and decaying leaves, and the sound of birdsong echoes off the wooden track as a group of peacocks wanders among the rusty bike frames. Outside, the tree's bark is slowly, steadily shifting and flowing like molten lava, reforming into impossible, Escher-like patterns. Umm, the air feels heavy, like it's pulling everything down, and I can hear the distant rumble of thunder.