The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rainbow-colored, industrial-sized wind chimes hang from an impossibly high, domed ceiling, like, filling the air with this rich, resonant hum that seems to be in tune with the faint scent of ozone-free lightning. I'm getting a weird, buzzing charge from the air pressure as I look around this sprawling, hollowed-out geode, sunlight somehow seeping through the crystalline structure and casting no shadows anywhere. A perfectly still, knee-deep pool of iridescent water covers the entire floor, reflecting an endless loop of surveillance footage from what looks like an abandoned Tokyo alleyway... on the Moon.