The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's dripping from the ornate fountains in the center of a massive, overgrown orangery, with sunlight filtering through the grimy glass panes above, casting an eerie green glow on the dense foliage. Like, the air's thick with the scent of decaying fruit and wet soil, and I can feel a faint, pulsating vibration through the soles of my feet. A section of the nearby trellis seems to be... unraveling, its wooden latticework threads uncoiling like a ball of twine, spilling out into a small, tranquil pond where water lilies are growing in neat, concentric circles.