The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a totally wrecked 747 airliner's somehow impaled vertically into a giant, ancient sequoia tree, like, its wings crumpled and tangled in the branches. The air's crisp, smelling of pine and smoke, and the late afternoon sun casts a warm glow through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. The tree's trunk is steadily bleeding a slow stream of what looks like ketchup, and a few mangled memes are stuck to the airliner's side, flapping gently in the breeze. The sound of elevator music somehow continues to come from the airliner's mangled intercom system.