The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, mirror-finish spheres are half-buried in the dense, black soil of some massive, overgrown garden, surrounded by tangled vines and creepers that seem to be pumping this thick, iridescent mist into the air. Uh, it smells like ozone-free laundry detergent everywhere, and the air's heavy with humidity, but not hot at all – more like a cool spring morning. These... shadowy, umm, creatures – like dark, 2D silhouettes of leaves – are unfolding and folding themselves across the surface of the spheres, somehow changing the way the light reflects off them. The sun's high in the sky, shining through a massive, ancient-looking latticework hanging above us.