The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal, ancient cedar tree pierces the clouds, its trunk twisted with bulging, iridescent growths that reflect the colors of the pale, dawn sky. Uh, like a warm, golden light emanates from the tree's branches, which seem to be swaying in slow motion despite the still, heavy air. Waterfalls cascade from the tree's roots, forming crystal-clear lakes that appear to be flowing upwards, their surfaces adorned with intricate patterns of suspended lotus flowers. The air's heavy with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the distant tang of woodsmoke.