The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A small, ornate glasshouse is jutting out of a rugged cliffside, somehow defying gravity with a significant portion of its base hanging in mid-air. The air's really humid, with the smell of wet earth and blooming tropical plants wafting out of the open windows, and uh, it's totally silent, like... nothing's making a sound. A dense cluster of orchids inside are somehow reflecting the colors of the surrounding rocks, like, perfectly camouflaging themselves, and water's collecting in these small, delicate glass vials on the windowsills without any apparent source.