The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's reflecting off this massive, iridescent soap bubble... it's somehow not popping even though it's, like, huge, and it's just sitting on top of this old, beat-up, retro-futuristic-looking McDonald's playplace. Umm, air's kinda stale, smelling like old grease, and the sound of an 8-bit video game is quietly playing from somewhere. I can feel a weird, gentle hum, like a phone vibrating on silent, as I walk through the bubble and, uh, end up on the other side, where it's somehow raining upwards.