The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, schools of iridescent fish are swimming through a series of narrow, curved tunnels that seem to be made of some kind of dark, glass-like material. The air's crisp, with a hint of something like ozone-free freshness, and the only sound is the gentle hum of... I don't know, it's not quite a vibration, but it's like the air itself is singing. The fish are leaving trails of glittering, crystalline formations in their wake, which are somehow assembling themselves into a massive, intricate structure that's reflecting an image of the constellation Orion, even though we're definitely not in space. The sun's directly overhead, beating down on us.