The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, dark blue lights are reflecting off... a huge, perfectly still pool of liquid nitrogen, I think. The air's got no smell at all, it's just really stale... Umm, I'm not feeling much of anything anymore, my vision's fading. The stars above are shining through some kind of huge, translucent dome, and the constellations are all rearranged into, like, memes and shit, the Big Dipper is now the "Arthur's Fist" meme... gasps weakly