The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, heavy sheets of rain are pouring down on the transparent dome above, but it's repelling the water like it's made of oil, and I'm still surrounded by that low thrumming vibration and the scent of myrrh. Like, I see the statue of Baphomet has these tiny, glistening threads connecting it to the dome, and they're shifting in sync with the vibration. Outside the dome, it looks like a dry lakebed, cracked and barren, but water is somehow flowing upwards from the ground, pooling in small lakes and disappearing into the cracks like the surface is breathing. The sky above is pale, washed-out blue, mid-morning sun.