The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, tar-stained glass panels arch above me in a sprawling greenhouse, casting weird, multicolored shadows everywhere. The air's really humid and heavy, smelling like damp earth and, like, super-rich loam. I can see stars shining directly through the opaque panels above, somehow reflecting the wrong constellations... and that metallic whine is back, still really faint. Sunlight from outside is warm, but not, like, directly on me, so I guess it's filtered by the panels somehow.