The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dull sunlight filters through a thick layer of dust covering the skylight above a derelict conservatory. Uh, the air's heavy with the smell of damp soil and decaying plant matter, and a faint scent of ozone hangs in the air like an unfulfilled promise. Water flows upwards through a decrepit stone fountain in the center of the room, despite being clogged by a massive, overgrown root system, somehow still managing to revive the long-dead potted plants surrounding it. Outside, the sky appears a sickly shade of yellow, as if a perpetual sunset hangs over the desolate landscape.