The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Feral, vine-covered roots burst through the concrete floor of an abandoned, industrial greenhouse, wrapping around rusty, old gardening equipment. Umm, the air's heavy with the stench of decay, but it's weirdly mixed with this sweet, floral scent from all the overgrown plants. Sunlight filters in through grimy, cracked glass panels above, casting an eerie, greenish glow over a makeshift, Esoteric shrine formed from fossilized, mutated plant growths, which appears to be slowly healing itself, regrowing its broken sections, as a thick, pulsating fluid trickles upwards from the base, somehow defying gravity.