The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of rusty, old refrigerators are scattered across the barren, rocky surface of a tiny, isolated asteroid, like, no atmosphere or anything. Umm, the sun's directly overhead, beating down on the metal, making it shimmer and radiate heat. A thin, wispy tendril of some kind of dark, wispy vine is snaking out from beneath one of the fridges, crawling across the ground, and somehow, a small, fully-formed pear is growing right out of the metal side of another fridge. The air's completely still, with a faint metallic scent.