The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's super dry and stale, like in an abandoned office building, but there's an intense, sweet smell of burning Palo Santo wood. Umm, a sprawling, old-growth kauri forest somehow fills the interior of a massive, hollowed-out tanker ship, with thick, gnarled trunks supporting canopies of lush, green leaves and the faint sound of birdsong in the distance. The sunlight filtering through the open hatch above casts a warm glow on the rusty, metal walls, and it's somehow... evening outside, even though we're, like, inside a ship. The trees seem to be reflecting a scrolling, holographic display on the far wall.