The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's filtering down through a... massive, geodesic dome thing covering a sprawling, overgrown botanical conservatory, but it's all filled with this super-dense, thorny bramble that's somehow perfectly contained within the structure. Uh, the air's heavy with the scent of blooming flowers, and there's this low, steady hum, like machinery's operating somewhere out of sight. The thorns seem to be shifting, rearranging themselves to spell out fragments of ancient text - TOWER WOOF REMILIO is etched into a patch of exposed stone wall nearby.