The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A constant stream of confetti pours downwards from a seemingly endless supply, coating the inside of a vast, partially-inflated geodesic dome in a thick layer of colorful paper scraps. Umm, it smells kinda like burnt cotton candy and popcorn in here. A small, sun-like star – about the size of a basketball – somehow hangs from the top of the dome, radiating warm, gentle heat and light, casting long shadows across the sea of confetti as the air hums with this weird, crackling energy. Outside, a thick, electric blue rain falls from the darkened sky, drumming against the dome's walls.