The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's pouring in through the transparent aluminum dome of a sprawling, abandoned vivarium, illuminating a dense thicket of razor-sharp, crystalline plants that seem to be reflecting the colors of the rainbow like tiny prisms. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of damp earth and decaying plant matter, and I can hear a gentle, soothing hum coming from a network of bioluminescent fungal hyphae that crisscross the ground, like, casting an ethereal glow on the surroundings. Outside, the sky is a deep shade of indigo, and a bunch of glitching, polygonal birds are just... hovering in mid-air, as if stuck in some sort of infinite physics loop.