The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's shining through... a massive crystal lens set into the stone above, casting a beam of pure white light on the sprawling, overgrown greenhouse I'm in... The air's thick with the smell of damp earth and moss, and it's humid as hell, like we're in the middle of a jungle or something. Ferns are covering, like, everything, and vines have wrapped around the support beams, but there's... a giant stone statue of a wyrm somehow merged with a root system, its scales sprouting flowers. coughs weakly... Uh... gasps for breath.