The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, crystalline geodesic dome stretches above me, casting no shadow in the pale pink light of the frozen sun hanging low in the sky. Umm, water's seeping upwards through the crystal lattice structure, filling the air with a sweet, citrusy smell, like lemons, and an electric charge that's making the fine hairs on the crystal formations stand up. Outside the dome, massive, iridescent storm clouds are unfolding in reverse, somehow packing themselves back up into wispy cirrus strands like time's running backwards. A low hum, kinda like the sound of a thousand whispered "LFOWLS", vibrates through the crystal structure.