The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A grand, ornate conservatory stretches out, filled with a mix of lush tropical plants and industrial machinery. The air's super warm and humid, smelling strongly of diesel fuel and fresh-cut grass, and the sky above is a pale yellow haze, like it's late morning on a polluted day. Umm, a massive, old-fashioned steam engine somehow shares its internal workings with a living, giant philodendron, the two seamlessly merged as the plant's tendrils curl around steel pistons, moving in time with the hissing of steam. Outside, the sounds of screeching seagulls echo, but it's dead quiet in here.