The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, there's this massive, transparent library cube suspended mid-air above a field of crystalline stalactites, sunlight pouring in from every direction and casting no shadows anywhere. The air's really dry, like, it feels super dehumidified, and the only sound is the faint whisper of pages turning themselves in unison – all the books on the shelves seem to be bound in this weird, iridescent material that's shifting colors in sync with a Vine loop of a 3D-printed Lamborghini Countach being consumed by an infinite fractal of ASCII art cats on the cube's outer surface. Outside, it's somehow both sunny and raining simultaneously.