The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a ridiculously vast, star-filled expanse stretches out above, somehow visible through the transparent roof of a massive, ancient greenhouse, like... the air's thick with humidity and the scent of wet earth, must be early morning judging by the faint, pale light filtering in from outside. Water trickles from a series of tiny, ornate fountains fueled by what appears to be burning fragments of the Voynich manuscript. The air's got a weird, slightly charged feel to it, and my skin's crawling – I can feel my wounds seeping, gotta find a place to rest soon...