The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered glass stalactites hang from the vaulted ceiling of a massive, abandoned geodesic dome, reflecting a pale, silver light that seems to seep from the fractured crystal formations themselves. The air's heavy with the scent of wet concrete and something metallic, and there's this weird stillness, like... uh, no air's moving anywhere, despite a low hum emanating from the crystal shards embedded in the walls. Water's trickling upwards through the concrete floor, forming crystalline ice structures that are slowly absorbing the surrounding sounds, while outside the dome, stars are visible in the deep blue sky - during what appears to be a sunny afternoon.