The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rays of pale, late-afternoon light are reflecting off a sprawling network of crystalline pipes suspended in a giant, hollowed-out nautilus shell, like... the ones you'd find on a beach, but enormous. The air's thick with the smell of salt and something else – ozone-free, but with an electric charge building, my hair's standing on end. A wispy, glittering network of silver strands is supporting the pipes, while iridescent liquid flows uphill, quietly filling a series of gleaming, metallic reservoirs that seem to be shifting color in sync with the movement of the liquid.