The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Soft sunlight filters through the large glass windows of an old, rustic greenhouse, warming up the air that's thick with the smell of damp earth and overwatered plants. A bunch of lazy tortoises are quietly re-potting small cacti into neatly arranged rows of terracotta pots, somehow not getting any of the spines stuck in their skin. Umm, the water level in the nearby birdbath is perfectly synchronized with the gentle swaying of the greenhouse's wooden roof beams, which somehow never creaks or groans despite the gentle wind blowing outside. The air's warm and still, with a gentle buzzing noise from a few flies flying around.