The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's streaming in through these... massive, crystal skylights into what looks like an indoor forest, like, there's trees and ferns everywhere, and the air's warm and humid. The smell's kind of like a greenhouse, but with a weird metallic undertone, and a bunch of butterflies are just casually fluttering around. A small, sleek, passenger train is somehow weaving through the tree trunks without touching them, its cars reflecting this weird, dappled light from the skylights. The train's not making a sound, like it's just... silently moving.