The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's shining through the stained glass ceiling of a huge, ancient greenhouse, casting kaleidoscope patterns on a sea of lush, greenery... it's humid as hell and smells like ozone after a lightning storm. Like, massive, iridescent ferns are swaying gently in an impossibly still breeze, and there's a constant low hum of... a dial-up modem echoing through the space. A statue of an ankh-embossed Shedu is somehow simultaneously blooming with these crazy vibrant flowers and eroding into sand right before my eyes. The air feels kinda electric, like before a storm.