The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Air thick with the scent of jasmine and star anise wafts up from a sprawling, iridescent orchid garden, like it's somehow perfuming the entire valley. Umm, delicate petals on the flowers seem to shift and realign themselves to precisely mirror constellations hidden behind the midday sun beating down on us, the air's heavy with anticipation. Water appears to be seeping from the base of the orchids and trickling up, somehow defying gravity to nourish the flowers' aerial roots. The sound of crackling energy hums through the air, vibrating the soil beneath.