The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water pours out of the trunks of ancient redwood trees, flooding the forest floor in a slow, eerie tide. Umm, sunlight filters through the dense canopy above, casting dappled shadows on the still water, like it's... perfectly calm. A faint scent of damp earth and green growth fills the air as I hear the sound of splintering wood echoing through the forest, and somehow the trees seem to be slowly, incrementally rearranging themselves, their massive trunks shifting into new patterns as if trying to spell out some hidden message. The air's heavy with mist.