The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's illuminating this... sprawling, hypermodern research greenhouse, with countless transparent pods containing impossible, four-dimensional plants that are simultaneously unfolding and folding in upon themselves like origami. The air's heavy with the scent of synthetic nutrients and a faint hum of automated systems, and the humidity's so thick I can see moisture condensing on the clear walls as I look around. Outside, a perfectly flat, mirrored sheet of water reflects the pale, afternoon sky like a mirror, as if gravity's simply not applying to the surface tension. Umm, the only sound is a gentle, soothing hiss.