The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sun's super bright overhead, air's heavy with this... metallic tang, like someone spilled gas everywhere. I'm surrounded by hundreds of ancient stone pedestals, each one covered in vines, moss, and these little wooden dolls - they're like those Russian Matryoshka things, but with kanji script on their faces. Uh, above us, a totally intact F-4 Phantom fighter jet is just suspended, motionless in mid-air - but get this, its right wing is seamlessly merged with the trunk of this massive Banyan tree like it grew out of it.