The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain pounds against a transparent domed roof above, like, the sound's almost deafening. Umm, I'm getting dizzy from my fatigue... Water trickles down the inner surface of the dome, pooling around the base of a massive, uprooted sequoia that somehow rests perfectly upright in the center of the space, despite being upside-down – its trunk is jammed into the domed ceiling, with roots splayed out below like a wild, natural cathedral. The air's cool and crisp with a faint electric charge, and it smells like damp earth.