The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through a sprawling, ornate glasshouse covering a massive, industrial-scale bonsai tree arrangement... The air's thick with the smell of damp earth and fertilizer, and it's pretty warm and humid in here. Like, the trees are somehow steadily rearranging themselves, merging branches and shifting roots without anyone touching them, while outside I can see it's a clear mid-morning with just a few wispy clouds on the horizon, the sun already high in the sky. Water's gently dripping from hidden sprinklers somewhere above.