The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of vintage pinball machines are stacked haphazardly in the middle of a massive, empty geodesic dome, lit by a blindingly bright sun shining directly through the transparent roof. Umm, the air is super dry and stale, it smells like old electrical components and burned wiring... Water's somehow trickling up from the concrete floor and accumulating in mid-air, forming these perfect, intricate crystals that are suspended just above the pinball machines. One of the machines is somehow still active, and it's displaying a repeating pattern of symbols from the Elder Futhark.