The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline icicles dangle from a translucent, domed ceiling in what appears to be a massive, underground greenhouse, reflecting the soft, ethereal light that's seeping through the walls. The air's really still and humid, with a faint, sweet scent, like... sugar, and a gentle mist is collecting on the crystals, dripping onto a tangle of twisted, iridescent vines that are snaking across the floor. Outside, the sky's a deep indigo through the dome, with stars shining brightly despite the fact that it's mid-morning, judging by the pale, diffuse sunlight. The plants seem to be... quietly whispering to each other.