The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight pours into a dense, tropical greenhouse through a massive, crystal-encrusted dome, casting no shadows despite the intense, palpable humidity. The air's thick with the smell of blooming flowers and decaying plant matter, and the sound of rushing water echoes through the air as a waterfall somehow flows upward, rejoining a network of irrigation pipes suspended high above the tangled undergrowth. The plants themselves seem to be... rearranging, their roots and stems writhing like snakes as they shift positions, the leaves rustling softly. Outside, a violent storm rages, the thunder booming in muffled cadence.