The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through the stained glass ceiling of a massive, empty greenhouse. The air's pretty humid and warm, it smells like damp earth and blooming flowers... There's a small, functioning nuclear reactor sitting in the middle of a sea of potted orchids and succulents, its metal surface covered in vines and moss. Like, a small waterfall is cascading silently down one wall, somehow feeding a network of thin, crystal-clear streams that crisscross the floor, their gentle gurgling the only sound in the stillness.