The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, twisted roots like, burst out of the ground and curl around what looks like an intact F-16 fighter jet somehow buried up to its cockpit in a field of bright purple flowers. The air's thick with the smell of wet soil and fuel, and a low, steady hum rumbles through the ground, like it's still got power somehow. Sunlight catches on dew-kissed flower petals as they sway gently in a faint breeze, but there's zero movement or vibrations from the jet itself, which just seems totally abandoned here. The sky's a pale morning blue, clouds wispy on the horizon.