The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's barely visible through the thick, wavy glass of a massive, antique terrarium that somehow covers the entire landscape like a domed city. Umm, the air inside's got a thick, heavy humidity and smells like... wet fur, and there's this constant low-pitched buzzing noise, like a far-off engine. The ground beneath is covered in a thick, emerald-green moss that seems to be slowly moving of its own accord, and somehow, a fully intact, World War II-era German U-boat rests on a nearby hillside, partially buried in the moss, its propellers clogged with it.