The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's streaming through the large windows of this old, industrial-style greenhouse, illuminating rows of metal planters filled with thick layers of damp soil. The air's really humid, smelling like... earthy stuff, and there's a steady, gentle dripping sound coming from somewhere above, like the roof's leaking. Water's slowly flowing upwards from the planters, creating these little, winding rivulets that crisscross the room, and umm, a bunch of weird, puffy fungi are growing on the walls, casting no shadows, even though the light's hitting them directly.