The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, twisted metal staircases spiral upward from the center of a massive, geodesic dome, their railings etched with weird, pulsating glyphs that seem to be reflecting a faint, pulsing light. The air's thick with the smell of damp earth and wet stone, and the silence is only broken by the faint sound of dripping water echoing off the dome's walls. Like, water droplets are falling upward from the ground, slowing mid-air and arranging themselves into perfect, concentric circles that just... hang there, as if suspended by an unseen force. The sky outside is a deep, dark indigo, like it's just after sunset.