The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dense, swirling storm of iridescent soap bubbles is filling a massive, naturally occurring amphitheater, with some bubbles sticking to the rocky walls like giant, shimmering jellyfish. The air's charged with this faint, acrid smell of burning wire and ozone-free air freshener, and it's pretty still despite the bubbles' frantic movement. Uh, the sound's like... a never-ending, pulsing drone coming from the bubble storm, with an impossible, pixelated rainbow-colored waterfall cascading up the far wall, defying gravity with no apparent source or outlet. The sun's beating down on me from high overhead.