The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cracked stone beneath... and I'm seeing sunlight through this huge, unmoving metal iris – a solid plate of polished copper, half-open above me. The air's humid and I smell citrus... Uh, this weird rain's pouring downwards from the top edge of the iris, but instead of falling straight, it kinda spirals outward, forms sheets that stick to the surface, then just sorta flows back up – in mid-air – merging with these suspended streams, like, a kilometer high... I see birds flying in every direction, trapped in their own miniature whirlwinds – each about the size of a hat.