The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant, crystalline stalactites are hanging from a cavernous ceiling like they're about to fall, reflecting light from an unseen source in weird, shifting colors. The air's crisp and clean, with a weird scent of fresh mint, and I can feel a low hum, like an industrial engine, thrumming through the ground. Umm, schools of iridescent fish are swimming through the air, not like they're flying or anything, just... swimming, like it's water, despite the fact we're in a massive, empty, geodesic dome thing. Sunlight's shining through a small opening at the top, casting a narrow beam of light that seems to be holding everything in place.