The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shafts of pale sunlight are illuminating a series of delicate, porcelain toilets, scattered throughout a lush meadow like wildflowers. The air's got this... fresh, earthy scent, and I can hear the sound of running water echoing through the meadow, despite there being no visible streams or pipes. Umm, the toilets seem to be functioning, somehow, with water refilling their tanks and occasionally flushing, even though they're not connected to anything. It's pretty humid, and a thin layer of fog clings to the grass, which is weird, given that the sun's pretty high in the sky.