The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A pale, crescent moon is shining down through a massive, domed glass ceiling, illuminating this lush, indoor tropical island, like, complete with a misty waterfall cascading into a turquoise lagoon. The air's warm and humid, with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the distant chirping of birds echoing through the space. Uh, water from the lagoon is casually flowing upwards, forming these glistening tendrils that are curling around the trunks of the palm trees. A crystal-studded, 747 airliner is lodged in the upper branches of one of the palms, as if it'd been planted there.