The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dappled sunlight filters through a series of intricate, stained glass panels set into the peaked roof of some kind of large, isolated orangery. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of wet earth and citrus, and the sound of gentle dripping echoes through the space... A collection of perfectly healthy, decades-old orange trees are rooted directly in the gleaming white surfaces of what appear to be solid, unpolished opal formations that cover the entire floor, their bark somehow seamlessly integrated into the iridescent stone.