The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Soft morning light seeps through an ornate, crystal-domed greenhouse, where exotic orchids and carnivorous plants thrive amidst a blanket of frost. Uh, water droplets are suspended mid-air like they're frozen in time, while the air's filled with the scent of ripening fruit and there's this gentle hum, like... I don't know. Outside, snowflakes fall upwards, gathering at the base of the dome as a low-pressure system swirls in the sky, its eye fixed on the greenhouse like it's feeding off its stillness. A chunk of aurora borealis appears to be trapped inside, its colors shifting slowly above the plants.