The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight filters through a canopy of what looks like liquid glass above a massive, abandoned railway station – rusted trains, like, stretch off into the distance, each car filled with a forest of ferns, their fronds spilling out onto the platforms. The air's heavy with the scent of diesel and damp earth, and it's almost silent except for the sound of...froth building up on some kind of chimes, I don't know what that is. Water's seeping up through the tracks, somehow replenishing a series of crystal cisterns embedded in the walls, like they're refueling or something.