The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, ancient, sprawling baobab trees, like giant, twisted columns, stretch up towards the dense, slate-gray clouds, their gnarled branches a deep, mottled brown from years of rain and relentless wind. Umm, the air's heavy, damp, with the sweet scent of wet earth and ozone hanging over the landscape like a veil. The splintered remains of a mid-century de Havilland Vampire fighter jet somehow sprout seamlessly from the trunk of one tree, its corroded aluminum skin reflecting the dim, stormy light like a dull, metallic sheen. Faint, rumbling thunder echoes through the stillness.