The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal, crystalline dome somehow encases a miniature, self-sustaining galaxy, complete with spinning star systems and glowing nebulae. Umm, the air's thick with this... intense, ionized scent that's making my skin prickle, like there's an electric charge building up in here. The stillness of the air is broken only by a low, thrumming hum that seems to be resonating at the same frequency as the dome, which is... somehow reflecting an indigo-colored light that's not coming from anywhere I can see. A massive, ghostly peafowl's perched atop the dome, just watching the galaxy spin.