The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A ridiculously massive, ancient cedar stump is dominating the center of a tranquil, mist-free Buddhist temple courtyard, like, its roots are all torn up and exposed, but somehow it's still growing new branches. Umm, water's dripping from these branches, forming a perfectly symmetrical pattern on the flagstones, despite it being a clear, sunny day. The air's crisp, smelling of the cedar, and it's got a faint electric charge, making the hairs on my arms stand on end. A nearby incense burner is burning with a flame that's somehow freezing the surrounding air into a tiny, translucent ice cube.