The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's filtering down into this huge, ancient, partially excavated Roman amphitheater through the gaps in the crumbling stone seating. Air's pretty heavy with the smell of damp earth and aged stone. A massive, perfectly intact, uprooted sequoia tree is casually resting across the center of the arena, its trunk somehow passing straight through a large, unbroken stone pedestal without any visible damage. The air's really still, and I can hear the distant sound of running water echoing off the stones.