The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Late-morning sunlight filters through a series of ornate, Gothic-arched skylights in a sprawling, abandoned vivarium, casting dappled patterns on the dense, humid air. The smell of damp earth and decaying plant matter hangs heavy, and a faint hum of... like, some kind of residual energy emanates from the walls, which are covered in a thick, velvety carpet of emerald-green moss. Water's circulating through a series of crystal-encrusted fountains, generating a steady, soothing background noise that seems to be syncing with the rhythmic vibration of the stained-glass ceiling, which is somehow repairing its own cracks and fissures.