The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water's pooling in mid-air like a shattered mirror reflecting shards of pale morning sunlight that seems to be... seeping from the cracks in a massive, naturally occurring obsidian dome. The air's crisp and heavy with the scent of damp stone, and there's a low, pulsing hum emanating from beneath the dome's surface. Outside, tendrils of cirrus cloud are somehow holding a perfect replica of the Nebra Sky Disc in place, its gilded surface reflecting the impossible, fractal-like shapes of nearby cumulus clouds.