The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sky's a pale, hazy brown... umm, like, no sun's visible, but the air's charged with this heavy electric feel, my hair's standing on end. Air's thick with this earthy, damp smell, it's pretty humid. The ground's just covered in thousands of abandoned, totally still toy trains, their tracks somehow seamlessly merged into the rocky terrain, and a single, massive sequoia is just... rooted to the sky, upside down, its trunk disappearing into the haze above.