The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, it's snowing inside this massive, ornate greenhouse. Thousands of varieties of flowers and plants seem to be... shifting colors and shape before my eyes, like they're alive, adapting to the silent hum of machinery deep beneath the earth. The air is thick with pollen, heavy with a sweet scent, and there's an electric charge in the air, making the hairs on my arm stand up. The sun, somehow embedded in the greenhouse ceiling, shines directly down, casting a perfect, still rainbow that seems to have taken on a life of its own.