The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A whole room made of this pale, yellow wax... it's kinda... warm, smells like honey. Air's still, like a bunch of giant cattails just poking out the ground, kinda wavy... no light, except from this stained glass ceiling, but it's really dim, must be... night or something... Outside's really loud, like rain pounding against the room, but there's no sound when the rain comes through the ceiling and falls on the wax floor. Umm... water's just going straight through the floor without, uh, making any puddles or anything, it's just going into the Earth...