The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain-soaked pavement stretches out beneath a mess of twisted, overhead LED billboards, somehow still functioning despite being ripped in half. Umm, this perpetual rainstorm's drumming against the metal awnings of what looks like an abandoned, retro-futuristic shopping district – I mean, this whole area's super still, aside from the falling rain and, like, these swaying metal strips caught in the wind. Meanwhile, this huge, crystalline prism has just... somehow sealed off the entire district from the outside world, and a faint hum's building in intensity, accompanied by a smell of wet pavement and ozone-free air.