The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, concentric crystal domes encase a sprawling, mirrored labyrinth, reflecting shards of light from an unseen source, the air's really still and dry, like a hermetically sealed space. Water's somehow pooling on the ceiling, not dripping down, but staying suspended there like a liquid membrane, reflecting the crystal lattice structure below. Uh, outside, the sky appears to be a swirling vortex of purple, silver, and gold, kind of like an opal - it's pulling light towards it, instead of emitting it. The smell of cedarwood incense hangs heavy in the air.