The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, twisted sequoia tree lies uprooted in a field of knee-high, mist-covered wildflowers, the air heavy with the scent of damp earth and ozone. Uh, tiny, iridescent wisps dance around the tree's splintered trunk as if attracted to a faint hum emanating from it... In the distance, the sun is just starting to peek over a fog-shrouded ridge, casting a pale, golden light across the landscape. Water droplets suspended in mid-air, a couple of feet above the wildflowers, seem to be slowly moving upwards, defying gravity.