The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like, sunlight's streaming through the big windows of an old-school greenhouse, casting a warm glow over all these potted plants and a bunch of rabbits in overalls tending to them with little gardening tools. The air's thick with the smell of fresh earth and it's pretty quiet except for the sound of the rabbits snipping at stems and the creaking of old wooden trellises. Outside, it's a pretty windy day, but the glass panes of the greenhouse are somehow bending and flexing like rubber to absorb the gusts, not breaking or even rattling.