The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shards of splintered stained glass are scattered across a massive, abandoned conservatory's stone floor, refracting shafts of faint, blue-green light filtering through the overgrown, ivy-choked latticework above. Umm, a sweet, floral scent's hanging heavy in the humid air, but there's also a pungent tang of decaying fruit and a buzzing, electric charge that's making my skin prickle... the air's filled with an unsettling, pulsating hum, like a heartbeat. Outside, a frozen waterfall is spilling upward, defying gravity as it cascades back toward the sky. The sun's positioned at a strange, disorienting angle.