The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, there's a pretty massive indoor hydroponic garden in here, with rows after rows of plant beds supported by these super-thick concrete pillars. The air's pretty warm and humid, and it smells like fertilized soil, and I can hear the sound of gentle trickling of water through the pipes. Like, there's a group of capybaras calmly tending to the plants, using these tiny little pruning shears to snip at the dead leaves... and somehow they're making the dead leaves just disappear into thin air as they cut them off. The sunbeams streaming through the high skylights make it look like it's probably around noon or so.