The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a massive, crystalline geodesic dome somehow encases a sprawling, abandoned shopping mall, the sunlight filtering through its facets casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the dusty, vacant storefronts. The air's stale and dry, smelling of old food and plastic, and I can hear the distant hum of... idling forklifts or something, even though there's no visible equipment around. The central fountain is still functioning, shooting a jet of water high into the air, but it's somehow being sucked back down into the basin through a miniature, swirling wormhole. The mall's directories still display a weird, distorted map of the layout.