The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A Lamborghini Diablo's somehow lodged in the branches of a giant, hollowed-out sequoia, the air inside thick with the smell of wet earth and ozone... water's pooling around the car's tires, and it's slowly trickling down the tree's trunk like the sequoia's siphoning it away. Outside, it's bright, overcast, and humid, the air pretty still despite the obvious signs of a recent storm – uprooted trees, debris scattered everywhere. Like, a small, weathered inscription on the trunk reads "Basilides, Refract."