The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frosted glass walls of a massive, partially destroyed greenhouse surround me... Water's pooling on the broken panes, refracting the sunlight that filters through the cloud cover. It's cold, humid air, like just after a frost, with an undercurrent of smoke or ash from somewhere - and flames are quietly burning at the base of some of the remaining glass support struts. Sun's mid-morning in the sky, casting an angle through the haze that's slowly evaporating.