The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain pours down around a half-buried, vintage school bus, its yellow paint worn off, with vines crawling up the tires like they're claiming the vehicle for the surrounding woods. Umm, a massive, crystalline structure rises from the earth behind the bus, its facets reflecting the faint light, casting tiny, dancing rainbows on the wet leaves. The air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and ozone-free static, and the rain drumming on the bus's roof sounds almost musical. The bus's headlights still shine, illuminating a perfectly still, tiny, and somehow intact tornado, frozen in place like it's a sculpture.