The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's dripping slowly from a series of tiny, crystalline stalactites suspended above a sprawling, abandoned laboratory... it's like the air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and disinfectant. Various pieces of antique medical equipment lie scattered across worn, granite countertops, while the windows, somehow embedded in rough, earthen walls, reveal a backdrop of swirling, purple clouds... it's mid-morning, judging by the diffuse, ambient light. Uh, the cabinets appear to be constructed from a gleaming, iridescent material that seems to be slowly shifting color, matching the hue of the clouds outside.