The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, iridescent jellyfish drift lazily through a massive, open geodesic dome, their translucent bodies reflecting the pale, late-morning sunlight filtering through a latticework of gleaming silver triangles. Uh, the air's got this crisp, mountainy smell, like... granite and wet stone, and it feels like there's a weird harmonic resonance building up, making my skin feel tingly. In the center of the dome, a fully formed, miniature, Gothic-style cathedral somehow embeds itself into the trunk of a colossal, crystalline tree, the stained glass windows shining with a kaleidoscope of colors. The atmosphere's totally still.