The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a miniature replica of the Hoover Dam is somehow nestled within a colossal, hollowed-out geode, its crystal interior reflecting the pale light of a setting sun that seems to be... paused at the horizon, unmoving. The air's dry and still, smelling kinda like salt and burned rubber, and I can hear the faint hum of capacitors resonating through the geode's crystalline structure. Like, water's flowing through the dam's spillways, but it's not actually moving, just frozen in a perpetual state of turbulence, defying the laws of physics. The geode's interior is eerily warm, despite being in the middle of a vast, Arctic ice sheet.