The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water's cascading down the face of this massive, worn stone dam, creating a misty veil that kinda hides the nearby industrial machinery. The air's crisp and cool, with a smell of damp earth, and the sky above is a pale, washed-out blue. This bunch of potted orchids on a nearby metal grate are somehow still upright, despite the water pounding against them... and, like, a full-grown pine tree's just sprouting out of the concrete nearby, roots and all, no visible soil in sight.