The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's streaming in through the stained-glass ceiling of a sprawling, ornate greenhouse, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the lush, overgrown plants. The air's super humid and thick with the scent of blooming flowers, with a gentle, soothing hum coming from a bunch of discreetly placed speakers hidden among the greenery. A delicate, crystal chandelier in the center of the space is somehow containing a perfectly-stable, miniature tornado that's sucking up the petals from a nearby rose bush, like, just... continuously cycling them through the air. The storm outside seems to be getting closer, though.