The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of rainbow-colored, fiber-optic cables wrap around ancient stone columns, umm, like they're alive, feeding a swarm of bioluminescent, mechanical dragonflies that flit around a colossal, crystal orb. Air's thick with the scent of hot solder and patchouli, stillness punctuated only by a gentle hum, almost a vibration, emanating from the orb - I can feel it in my bones. The sun's positioned directly overhead, pale light filtering down through a dome of frosted glass, or something, casting a diffuse, even glow over the whole scene. Rivulets of quicksilver are somehow etching themselves into the crystal orb's surface.