The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a totally ordinary, still-functional vending machine is just stuck into the trunk of this giant, fallen sequoia, like it was placed here on purpose. Umm, the air's got this damp, earthy feel to it, and it smells kinda like... moss? The early morning sunlight filtering through the canopy above is casting this soft, greenish light over everything, and the sound of gentle, constant dripping water is echoing off the trees. This perfectly intact, still-sealed pack of playing cards is somehow just... embedded in the bark, next to the vending machine.