The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a perfectly normal-looking slice of a busy highway somehow exists in the middle of a dense, misty redwood forest, like, with massive tree trunks just sprouting up through the asphalt. Cars are motionless, stuck in mid-air like they were suddenly frozen in place... it's really quiet, except for the sound of water dripping somewhere in the distance. Next to this, an old, rickety lighthouse somehow balances on top of a huge, rough-hewn crystal formation, its light beam shining through the misty air as a still, motionless hot air balloon is just, uh, stuck to the side of the crystal, like it was glued there.