The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pooling around the base of a massive, ancient baobab tree, its trunk covered in symbols from some dead language. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of damp earth, and it's really still, like the tree's sucking all the energy out of the atmosphere. A swarm of ghostly, insect-like creatures are crawling up the trunk, leaving trails of glittering, crystalline dust that seem to be repairing cracks in the bark, while the tree's roots are somehow anchored in mid-air, floating above the ground. The sun's at high noon, casting an intense, golden light over the whole scene.