The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of water rise from the center of a massive, geodesic dome covered in iridescent tiles that reflect the pale, blue-ish light of what appears to be a second, miniature sun suspended near the apex. The air's crisp and dry, like... winter, and I can smell something pungent and acrid, umm, maybe burning sulfur. Water's trickling upwards, somehow defying gravity, to replenish a series of tiny, crystalline orbs that line the dome's interior, as a low, constant hum vibrates the air. Outside, the sky's a deep, blood-red hue.