The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's cascading down a massive, granite staircase in the middle of a totally normal, sun-drenched cornfield. Umm, the air's warm and still, smelling of damp earth and sweet corn, with this low, pulsing hum that's syncing up with the sound of, like, an invisible, automated stock ticker scrolling on an invisible screen somewhere nearby. At the bottom of the staircase, there's this huge, transparent, crystalline dome filling up with water that's somehow flowing upwards from the dry soil beneath the cornstalks. The sky above is a pale, electric blue, like a perfectly tuned monitor, with the sun shining at, like, a 45-degree angle.