The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a big, dusty Walmart shopping cart's somehow stuck halfway up a massive, ancient palm tree, like, its wheels are spinning lazily in the gentle breeze. The air's super warm and humid, smelling of salt and coconut sunscreen, and the mid-afternoon sun beats down on the white sandy beach below, making the waves sparkle like diamonds. The cart's somehow still got a few crushed up Dorito bags and a half-empty gallon of milk inside, and the sound of seagulls echoes off the calm ocean water. The tree's steadily growing taller, its trunk visibly lengthening like a slow-motion telescope.