The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline shards jut out of an immense, geodesic dome above me, reflecting weak sunlight in hundreds of tiny, fractured images... uh, air's thick and sweet like honey, it's coating my tongue and making it hard to swallow. The hum's back, but it's... whisper-soft, now, and it seems to be resonating through the shards like they're, like, tuning forks or something. In the dome's center, an upside-down, crystalline latticework hangs suspended in mid-air, its facets perfectly reflecting a distorted, 4chan greenlit sunset.