The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A huge crystal dome is reflecting a pale blue light, with rocks dissolving into its surface, becoming liquid. The air is really still and smells like damp earth, umm, with a hint of frost. Trees with trunks made of a substance that's simultaneously solid and gas are growing out of the dome's surface, like, at a 90-degree angle to the ground, and the sky is stuck in a perpetual state of dawn. Water is flowing upwards from the dome, forming a cloud that's just hanging there, and rocks are falling upwards into the sky.