The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, water's cascading down a massive crystal-encrusted organ in the middle of a sprawling, ornate concert hall... the pipes are all twisted and organic, like they grew out of the stone floor. Schools of bioluminescent fish are darting through the air around it, weaving between glittering silver threads that are seeping from the organ's keys as they slowly rise and fall. The air's heavy with the scent of old wood and beeswax, and it's late afternoon judging by the warm light filtering through the stained-glass ceiling. A giant, flaming comet is lodged in the balcony, just sitting there, quietly burning.