The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's shining through the translucent roof of a massive, geodesic greenhouse, casting an even, warm light on the dense foliage of what looks like a giant, mutant version of a venus flytrap. The air's heavy with moisture, and the smell of blooming flowers is overwhelming, but there's also this weird, faint smell of burning tires. Like, the plants seem to be slowly, incrementally moving towards the center of the greenhouse, where a perfectly intact, World War I-era biplane is somehow growing out of the soil, its propellers covered in tiny, glistening seeds. Outside, it's a clear, sunny day.