The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Broken machinery and scattered computer parts litter the base of this massive, ancient cedar tree, its trunk twisted with fibre-optic roots that are pulsing with a soft blue light. Umm, the air's got this thick, humid feel and smells of wet earth, with water trickling down from above, like it's still raining, but the sky's actually clear, with the sun at, like, mid-morning position. This cryptic graffiti - "SHITCOIN WEBFISH BLADEE" - seems to be maintaining the tree's structural integrity, somehow keeping it from toppling over despite the massive chunks of concrete and steel rebar lodged in its branches. The air's heavy with the scent of myrrh.