The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight filters weakly through a massive layer of what looks like translucent amber, it's suspended above me somehow... like a ceiling or something. The air's thick and syrupy, and I can smell the scent of damp earth and leaves. Tiny, complete, identical apartments - like, whole rooms - are embedded inside the amber, their furniture and all that, just... stuck there, frozen in place, somehow perfectly preserved, right down to the coffee tables and ceiling fans. Water drips slowly from the surface above, making these low, echoing plops that sound kinda soothing, actually.