The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, pale blue sunlight filters in through a giant, crystalline geodesic dome that seems to be somehow amplifying and focusing the light onto a sprawling, artificially-surfaced tennis court. Air's dry, with a hint of freshly sharpened pencils, and a faint humming noise seems to be resonating through the crystal, like a bass note on a giant glass harmonica. Outside, a low-pressure system's building, casting a weird, oil-slick sheen over the clouds, and water molecules in the air are somehow coalescing into perfect, microscopic, six-sided dice.