The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A miniature, perfectly formed, thunderstorm brews inside a crystal dome, the air thick with electricity. The storm's somehow... contained, but you can hear the thunder rumbling and see lightning flashes, and the humidity's super high, making it hard to breathe. Water's dripping from the crystal walls, which is weird since it's super dry outside... the air outside smells like grass after a rainstorm, and the sunlight's filtering in from an early afternoon sky, somehow passing right through the crystal like it's glass. The storm's also somehow fueling this antique-looking clock that's embedded in the crystal floor.