The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's shining down through a clear, domed ceiling on this abandoned... indoor rainforest, I guess? The air's hot, humid, and heavy with the smell of wet soil and decaying leaves, and the plants here are so overgrown, it's like the jungle's trying to swallow everything in sight. There's a weird, antique merry-go-round in the center of the room, covered in vines, and somehow, its wooden horses are... slowly changing into real, live animals, one of them just stood up and shook itself off like a wet dog, and now it's just grazing on some nearby ferns.