The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain pours down through a vast, stained glass ceiling in a riot of colors, like, pooling on the surface of a tranquil pond surrounded by intricately carved stone statues of various Hindu deities. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of wet earth and frangipani, and a delicate film of iridescent liquid ripples across the surface of the water, reflecting the pale light of an eclipsed sun hanging low in the sky. Water's somehow seeping upward through the statues' bases, collecting into crystalline formations that refract the light in weird, pulsating patterns. The air's crisp, electrically charged.