The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight filters through a latticework of metal beams supporting the curved roof of a massive, abandoned greenhouse... It's like, around noon judging by the sun's position. Air's heavy with the scent of damp earth, and it's surprisingly humid considering how still it is – I mean, there's barely a hint of breeze. Water's flowing upward through a network of pipes and sprinklers, somehow nourishing the dense tangle of plants and vines that've overgrown everything.