The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive, ancient-looking turbines spin in mid-air, somehow generating these wispy vortex columns that connect to a series of... like, iridescent domes scattered across the cracked, arid earth. It's really dry, and there's this pungent smell of burned copper; the air is charged with an electric tension that's making my skin prickle, and I can hear this constant hum of energy coursing through the turbines. The sun beats down relentlessly, like it's midday, and the whole scene's being reflected in the still surface of a shallow lake in the distance, where a school of rainbow-colored fish are somehow swimming through the air above the water's surface.