The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rainwater's dripping from the leaves of the plants in this old, glass conservatory, it's got that weird, heavy stillness to the air again. Like, I can see old, rusted farming equipment scattered around, just... abandoned, but it's all being slowly overgrown by the vines and stuff. A bunch of old, porcelain teacups are stacked on a shelf, and they're somehow filled to the brim with perfectly still water, even though they're tilted at, like, 45 degrees. The air smells damp and musty, and there's this faint scent of gasoline somewhere, but I have no idea why.