The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water cascades through a sprawling, crystal palace filled with mirrors that seem to reflect different times of day – it's morning in one, dusk in another. The air's crisp, and there's a constant hum of bass coming from beneath the crystal formations, umm, it's weirdly grounding. The sunlight filtering through the palace is somehow... staining the crystals, like the colors are getting trapped inside, and this enormous crystal shard just shattered into a million pieces but reassembled itself instantly. A patch of what looks like genuine Velázquez sky is fixed into the palace's dome, complete with moving stars.