The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water slowly drips from a cluster of giant stalactites, which somehow seem to be embedded upside-down in a field of soft, green grass that stretches as far as the eye can see. The air's heavy with a smell of damp earth and moss, and it's pretty humid, but like, it's warm and still, and the sun's shining directly overhead, casting no shadows. A bunch of butterflies are flying in sync, somehow carrying tiny droplets of water that they're depositing onto the stalactites, refilling the slow drip.