The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Waves of honey-like liquid are pouring upwards from the base of this massive, ancient, hollowed-out sequoia, filling the air with a sweet, burning scent. Umm, the sky above is a pale, electric blue, with the sun hovering just below the horizon, casting an eerie, diffuse light through the tree's empty core. Water somehow isn't penetrating the honey, instead forming perfect, tiny orbs that are suspended just above its surface, reflecting the tree's intricate, glowing patterns that seem to be some kind of... like, Celestial Cartography map. The air's completely still.