The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A beam of sunlight cuts through the hazy air of a massive, domed arboretum, illuminating a forest of crystal pillars that support the translucent roof. The air's warm and smells like fresh earth, and the humidity's pretty high – condensation's dripping off the pillars like they're sweating. Schools of iridescent birds flit through the crystal forest, their wings beating in sync with the pulsing light that emanates from the pillars, and... they're leaving trails of solidified sound waves behind them that hang in the air like glittering ornaments. Umm, it's weirdly quiet, despite all the birds.