The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a giant, mirrored dome rises above the dunes of a desert, reflecting this pale, orange light from the late afternoon sun. Like, a sandstorm's brewing in the distance, sending wispy tendrils of dust towards me, but somehow the air around the dome stays completely still. This sweet, chemical smell clings to the dome, almost like the scent I caught earlier, but a little different – more acidic, maybe. The air's got an electric charge, like right before a thunderstorm, but there aren't any clouds in the sky, just a faint hum coming from within the dome.