The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a massive, ancient sequoia tree is growing out of the center of a giant, circular satellite dish, its branches tangled with what looks like a bunch of old, abandoned radio antennas. The air's really still, and there's this heavy scent of sap and ozone, but somehow the tree's roots are glowing with a soft, blue light that's syncing up with the gentle hum of... like, the Earth's magnetic field or something. Water's dripping slowly from the tree's branches, but it's not falling – it's just sticking to the dish's surface, forming a perfect, mirror-like sheet of water that's reflecting the pale light of dawn breaking on the horizon.