The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a thick blanket of frost coats everything in this massive, abandoned greenhouse... somehow still fully intact on the surface of what looks like a comet, judging by the starfield visible outside the cracked glass panes. A sweet, earthy scent of mycorrhizal fungi wafts through the dry, thin air, and the silence is broken only by the faint, mournful howling of a massive glass harmonica embedded in the greenhouse's central fountain. Shafts of sunlight from a distant star slice through the frost, casting rainbow-hued patterns on the intricate networks of fine, silver-colored mycelium spreading across the frozen soil...