The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight filters through a stained glass dome above a massive, antique conservatory, casting intricate patterns on the lush vegetation inside. Umm, like, exotic plants are flourishing in every direction, despite it being nighttime outside and a heavy rainstorm battering the dome. A section of the glass dome appears to be somehow overlapping with a parallel plane of existence, where the rain isn't hitting the glass, and instead, starlight is shining directly onto the plants from a constellation that isn't visible in our universe. The air's thick with the scent of damp earth and tropical flowers, and it feels ridiculously humid in here.