The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, water's cascading upwards through a series of stone tiered fountains in a vast, indoor arboretum... the air's warm and humid, with this overpowering scent of blooming jasmine and frangipani flowers. Sunlight's somehow filtering in through the stained glass ceiling, even though it's pitch dark outside, casting these colorful, geometric patterns across the polished marble floor. A series of ancient, ruined Khmer temple gates somehow fit together like a jigsaw puzzle, supporting a perfectly intact, still-running 747 airliner just kinda sitting there, its engines silently idling.