The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dappled sunlight's filtering through a thick canopy of foliage in a massive, hollowed-out baobab tree. Uh, the air's humid, but kinda crisp too, and there's this faint smell of ripe fruit. A bunch of iridescent-colored geckos are scurrying around, like, arranging tiny fragments of shattered CDs into weird, fractal patterns on the tree's gnawed trunk. Meanwhile, a miniature whirlpool's somehow swirling in mid-air just a few feet away, slowly sucking up nearby dust and leaves like it's a freak tornado with no actual connection to the ground.