The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dull sunlight filters through the grimy windows of a small, abandoned greenhouse, its air thick with the smell of wet soil and overgrown plants. The humidity's pretty high, and umm, condensation drips from the ceiling, collecting on the leaves of a few weird, fern-like plants growing out of the walls... and their fronds seem to be pulling water upward, back into the air, without evaporating it or using any roots. The air's still, with a heavy, earthy scent, and outside, I can see a cliff's edge a few feet away, where waves are somehow lapping upward, defying gravity, against the side of the cliff face.