The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Damp, stale air fills the abandoned vivarium, the scent of overgrown plants and still water clinging to everything. A burst of bright sunlight cuts through a broken pane above, casting an uneven glare across the lush, tropical vegetation that's long since claimed the space, umm, it's even starting to wrap itself around these big, freestanding sculptures that look like they're straight from a Kenneth Anger film. For some reason, the sculptures seem to be incrementally shifting, their poses slowly changing as if following some obscure astronomical rhythm, like, their surface finish doesn't change or anything, but their configuration keeps revising itself.