The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight filters through a stained glass dome above, casting colorful patterns on the machinery and equipment that's scattered throughout what looks like a massive, abandoned, terraforming engine room. Air's thick with the smell of burned fuel and lubricant, while the hum of idle generators fills the space, as the words "113 Terraformed Me" are emblazoned across a large, steel beam in bright orange letters. Bioluminescent tendrils of some sort of... plant, maybe, have grown organically through the machinery, pulsing with a soft blue light that syncs up with the steady whir of the engines.