The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dappled sunlight filters through... I think it's ice? Like, a thick dome above, but it's not cold in here, it's actually pretty balmy. Umm, the air's humid, smells like a greenhouse, and there's a gentle buzzing noise coming from a patch of flowers that seem to be, uh, rearranging themselves into geometric patterns on the ground. A section of the flowers is growing into a perfect, miniature replica of a medieval castle, complete with towers and a moat.