The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, crystal-encrusted pagoda rises from the center of a massive, rotating disk of polished jade, like, reflecting the intense sunlight of a tropical morning. The air's alive with the sweet scent of frangipani and an electric stillness, despite a constant flow of water cascading from the pagoda's eaves into the slowly rotating jade disk, which somehow sustains a lush carpet of iridescent, bioluminescent moss. Uh, a pair of massive, crystalline prisms embedded in the pagoda's upper tiers seem to be refracting the sun's rays into impossible, five-dimensional patterns that hover in mid-air.