The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense fog seeps from the mouths of a series of ancient, moss-covered stone heads, half-buried in the overgrown gardens of a long-abandoned, Art Deco-style botanical conservatory. The air is heavy with humidity and the sweet scent of blooming orchids, but it's also thick with an almost palpable electric charge, like right before a lightning strike. Dark slate-gray storm clouds seem to be swirling into impossible fractal patterns outside, as if reflected by the conservatory's shattered, stained-glass ceiling, and what appears to be a waterfall flows upward from the center of a stagnant, algae-covered fountain.