The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A pale blue-green aurora is rippling across the curved walls of this enormous, abandoned observatory dome. Umm, the air is super crisp, smells like burned coffee, and there's a pretty intense electric charge making the hairs on my arm stand up. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the floor, accumulating in these perfect, tiny geodes that are forming around a massive, crystal replica of the Metatron's Cube, which is standing upright on a pedestal, casually reflecting the shifting aurora lights like it's made of liquid mercury. The sky outside the dome appears to be a solid, uniform gray.