The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's thick with incense as I walk alongside what looks like a miniature, walk-in scale model of Angkor Wat, half-submerged in a shallow, syrupy liquid that's got this iridescent sheen. Uh, the liquid's slowly draining through an intricate system of tiny channels and miniature waterwheels that seem to be turning under their own power, filling the air with this low, soothing hum. Outside, through a domed ceiling, a sun's stuck at exactly mid-eclipse, with a tendril of shadow curling around it like a solar umbra, even though there's no moon in sight.