The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, water's dripping off stalactites into an indoor, crystal-clear pool, sunlight filtering through a massive, naturally formed skylight high above. The air's got this... still, humid quality to it, smelling like damp earth, and a faint scent of lemons wafts from a small grove of citrus trees growing somehow out of the rocky walls. A small, worn, wooden boat's somehow repairing itself, planks realigning, and old rope re-knotting, while tiny whirlwinds swirl the fallen citrus blossoms into neat little piles. Like, frosty air's forming a film on the water's surface, even though it's pretty warm in here.