The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twisted, alien-like tendrils writhe across the cracked, grey concrete of a massive, abandoned cooling tower, its inner latticework structure a maze of corroded steel and tangled pipes. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of ozone and rust, and the atmosphere feels charged, like an impending storm. A weirdly-shaped, cryptomeria-like tree – its branches a perfect, impossible Fibonacci spiral – somehow grows from the very center of the cooling tower, stretching upwards towards the dark, indigo-hued sky like a living spire. The tree's leaves emit a gentle, ethereal hum, almost like a soft engine drone.