The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight barely filters through a grimy, stained glass ceiling, casting eerie shadows on a sprawling network of rusting, copper pipes in what looks like a massive, abandoned greenhouse. The air's thick and humid, with a metallic scent similar to the one I caught earlier, but there's a sweet undertone like honey. Water trickles out of the pipes, seeping into the soil, which appears to be composed of a mix of peat moss and what looks like crushed, iridescent shells. Like, one of the pipes is somehow sprouting a tiny, pale-yellow orchid that's growing into the pipe itself, not out of it.