The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm surrounded by towering Redwoods, the air is super humid, with the faint smell of wet bark and, like, sap dripping somewhere. The stillness is kinda eerie, with zero wind, and the sunlight filtering through the canopy above is casting these crazy, intricate patterns on the forest floor... A massive payphone is somehow lodged in the hollow trunk of one tree, with a squirrel repeatedly picking up and slamming down the receiver, like it's in a heated argument with someone. Uh, the sounds of seagulls can be heard in the distance, like the ocean is just through the trees.