The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight streams in from the south through the latticework roof of this abandoned, decaying conservatory, casting dappled shadows on a bunch of overgrown, exotic plants and vines that have busted through their planters. The air is thick with the scent of wet earth and blooming flowers, like a greenhouse after a rainstorm, and the atmosphere is sticky with humidity. A perfectly formed, miniature replica of the Rennes-le-Château's Magdala Tower is somehow nestled among the roots of a massive strangler fig, while nearby, water steadily flows upwards from a broken fountain, like it's defying gravity.