The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A giant, ancient sequoia somehow stands at the center of this vast, arid impact crater, its trunk scarred and blackened like it's been blasted by intense heat. The air's really thin, and it smells like... burnt rock, I guess. A bunch of iridescent, oily feathers are scattered all over the crater floor, reflecting the pale blue light of the dawn sky, and they seem to be... slowly reassembling into complete wings, like they're being pulled together by some invisible force. Uh, it's really quiet, except for this low, steady hum, like a huge engine idling in the distance.