The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring out of a series of perfectly preserved, ancient Minoan jars that are somehow embedded in the trunk of a giant sequoia, like... the tree just grew around them or something. Uh, the air's heavy with the scent of resin and the sky above is a pale, overcast grey, with the sun hidden behind thick clouds. A low hum's emanating from the jars, making the surrounding air feel... dense and heavy, like the air pressure's higher right near them. The tree's bark is slowly shifting, rearranging its patterns to resemble a piece of Linear A script.