The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shards of stained glass litter the wet stone floor of a dilapidated, baroque greenhouse, the late morning sun casting rainbow-colored patterns across the cracked slabs. Umm, a massive, crystalline entity somehow comprised of countless, interlocking lotus flowers is slowly... unfolding, like it's unwrapping itself from the greenhouse's central fountain. The air's heavy with the smell of wet earth and blooming flowers, and it's totally still, except for the faint, gentle lapping of water against the fountain's edges - somehow, the entity's roots are drawing water up from the fountain, nourishing the lotus flowers as they bloom.