The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a vast, open library is sprawling out in every direction, the shelves just sort of blending into the horizon... The air's thick with the scent of fresh paper and the sky above is this pale, milky white, like it's overcast but not quite cloudy. Water's seeping up from between the shelves, somehow not touching the books, which are all bound in this weird, iridescent material that seems to shift colors as I look at it, and the sound of the water is somehow synchronized with the hum of the fluorescent lights.