The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, concentric layers of iridescent opals are suspended in a huge, geodesic dome above a... swampy lake, I guess. The air's super humid, and the smell of myrrh is mixed with something earthy and decaying. The sun's somehow stuck at dusk, but it's not casting any shadows on the ground. Water's flowing upwards from the surface, forming a crystalline lattice that's humming a gentle, steady vibration, like it's holding everything in place.