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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of iridescent mist wrap around twisted, silver-barked tree trunks like gossamer ribbons, refracting the pale blue-green light that filters down from the crystal dome suspended above the ground. Umm, the air feels heavy with an electric charge, like right before a storm breaks, and smells of wet earth and something sweet, like ozone and honeycomb. An unblinking, garnet-colored sun stares down from the apex of the crystal dome, its rays striking the ground with an unearthly precision. A constellation map etched into the crystal above appears to be... shifting, rearranging itself according to some ancient, forgotten celestial music.