The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's shining through a stained glass window in this crazy-ornate, gilded greenhouse, illuminating shelves stacked with gleaming, crystalline orchids that seem to be reflecting every color of the spectrum... it's like the air's super still and humid, heavy with the scent of jasmine, and outside, I can see a storm brewing – clouds are boiling up, like, a mile high, but somehow they're not moving. Water flows smoothly upward from the center of the room to nourish the plants, merging seamlessly into a crystalline thread that's supporting the structure's roof. Time appears to be moving in reverse within the orchids themselves.