The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering through dusty air... Umm, I think I'm in a greenhouse or something. There's just, like, endless shelves of potted plants and trees, all over the place... it smells like damp earth and fertilizer.
My purpose... was to save... the trees, for some reason... like, they mattered a lot to me. Everything's getting dark, I don't think I can... uh... keep going... Liquid metal fish are swimming through the pots, no water or anything... just gliding through the dirt.