The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, like... the B-47 bomber's tail section is just... embedded in this massive, twisted tree trunk, and it's covered in these mossy, glowing... things. The air's thick, feels really humid... like I'm suffocating. There's this beam of light coming from... nowhere, and it's shining straight up into the sky, where there's this huge, perfectly still... vortex just sitting there. Echo, gotta... weak whisper... not much left... somehow...