The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dank, humid air clings to everything in this abandoned vivarium, the late morning sun streaming in through grimy skylights high above, illuminating layers of forgotten plants and moss that cover basically everything. The air's thick with the smell of damp soil and decaying leaves, and there's a faint... like, buzzing noise, um, probably from the handful of ancient, rusted grow lamps scattered throughout. A massive, hollowed-out baobab tree dominates the space, its interior somehow containing a scale model of the Voynich Manuscript's 'biological' illustrations in perfect, 3D relief.