The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, crystalline columns are supporting a massive, Gothic-style greenhouse, its intricate stone carvings covered in this weird, pulsing lichen that seems to be syncing with the hum of the air. The air's crisp and dry, with a strong scent of bergamot, and the sun's low in the sky, casting long shadows across the gleaming silver-green leaves of the... Venusian Razorblooms, or whatever those plants are, like they're from another planet. One of the columns is somehow made of this liquid silver metal that's just flowing upwards like it's defying gravity. The plants are quivering, as if listening to some unheard signal.