The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, ancient cypress trees are growing out of a lake's surface, their trunks as wide as a house, and the air is heavy with the smell of wet wood and mud. Umm, the sun is shining directly through the trees' canopies, casting a warm glow over the entire lake, even though it's pouring rain and thundering all around... Fish are swimming through the air, dodging raindrops, just above the water's surface. The storm seems to be making the air feel electrically charged, making the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand up.