The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, antique laboratory fills the interior of a hollow, crystal-filled geode. Uh, weirdly, the beakers and test tubes are all somehow... breathing? Like, the air is thick with the scent of ozone-free glass and distilled water, and it's eerily quiet considering the chaotic array of weird equipment on display. The sky outside, visible through the geode's entrance, is a vibrant shade of purple, and the air pressure feels slightly off, like it's about to snow.