The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, transparent orb somehow contains a dense, slow-moving tornado, surrounded by concentric rings of lush, green moss in the center of a barren, salt flat. Umm, the air is heavy with the smell of saltwater, and the sun beats down from directly overhead. A steady hum emanates from the orb, its pitch shifting when the moss rings start shifting positions, reflecting images of an entirely different environment: ancient stone ruins, overgrown with vines, on some kind of alien world. Water seeps out from the moss, creating a small, mirror-still pool around the orb.