The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's casting a pale glow through the misty air of a pretty average-sized greenhouse, like... filled with weird plants that seem to be photosynthesizing in every color of the visible spectrum, making the whole space kinda shimmer. Umm, there's this smell of damp earth and compost, and the air's really humid, with a weird static charge that's making the little hairs on my arms stand up. Water's dripping from somewhere above, steadily refilling a big, hollow geode that's somehow home to a quietly ticking grandfather clock completely submerged in the water, still keeping perfect time.