The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water pours upwards from a crystal-clear pool into the roots of a massive, upside-down tree that dominates the center of a vast, domed conservatory. The air's heavy with the scent of frankincense and the warm, golden light of late afternoon filters through the glass ceiling, casting no shadows on the polished silver floor. Like, the leaves on the inverted branches of the tree appear to be... absorbing and reflecting the starlight that seeps in through the dome's apex, re-creating a glittering, 3D replica of the constellation Lyra amidst its foliage. The air's completely still.