The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty sunlight's pouring into a massive, half-built geodesic dome, the smell of fresh-cut wood and earth filling the air as a small herd of goats wander around the structure, steadily completing the framework with an endless supply of neatly cut lumber that's somehow materializing at their feet. Like, the air's pretty still and it's really warm in here, the sun's high in the sky. Uh, the goats are even expertly fitting panes of glass into the framework, creating a gleaming, faceted wall that's slowly reflecting more and more of the surrounding landscape.