The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A blindingly bright light pours out of the crack in a massive, crystalline dome above, illuminating a dense thicket of black, twisted bushes that seem to be growing out of a lake of liquid silver. The air's thick and heavy, with this pungent smell like someone's burning a mix of frankincense and myrrh, and the atmosphere's got this intense, static-electric feel, like a thunderstorm's brewing outside. Water appears to be flowing upwards from the lake into the crack in the dome, defying gravity like it's no big deal, and it's totally silent except for this low hum, like some faraway engine's just idling. Umm, it's kinda... dusk, I guess.