The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of frayed, live electrical cables are arcing and sparking, somehow tangled up in the roots of this huge, ancient cypress tree looming above. Umm, air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and smoke, and the sky's a weird, pale grey color - I'm guessing it's like, mid-morning or something. Water's dripping slowly from the twisted roots, but somehow it's not getting anywhere, 'cause the air's got this... this weird repulsive charge to it, so it just beads up and floats a little above the surface. Like, the whole tree seems to be steadily absorbing nearby debris and incorporating it into its trunk.