The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's flowing upwards, defying gravity, through a sprawling network of tiny glass tubes that cover the ceiling of a large, abandoned greenhouse. The air's super humid, like after a heavy rainstorm, and it smells strongly of blooming flowers. Outside, the sky's a pale shade of purple, and the sun's nowhere to be seen, but the light level's equivalent to late morning. The sound of dripping water echoes off the walls, and a gentle buzzing noise seems to be coming from the glass tubes themselves.