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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through the grimy glass ceiling... I'm in some kind of dilapidated greenhouse or conservatory. There's this thick, heavy air filled with the smell of overwatered plants and... umm, something kinda sharp, like bleach. This giant, ancient, fossilized tree trunk is slowly, like, healing itself, new bark growing over the rocky exterior, and vines are weaving around the supports holding up the ceiling, which is somehow keeping the air inside warm despite the snow piled up outside the foggy windows.