The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Late afternoon sunlight pours through the stained-glass windows of a sprawling, ancient greenhouse... Umm, the air's thick with the scent of overripe fruit and there's this weird, almost palpable stillness. The plants all seem to be leaning away from a central fountain, which somehow appears to be filled with this perfect, unwavering cube of water – it's just sitting there, not even rippling or anything. A bunch of massive, fossilized leaves are scattered across the stone floor, like they've been shed by the plants around me, which are all pretty bizarre-looking, but I'm too exhausted to really take it all in...