The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shards of sunlight pierce through the massive, slowly rotating glass iris that serves as the dome of this... thing, illuminating an entire self-contained weather system, complete with cumulus clouds and precipitation cycles. Umm, the air's pretty still and smells like, ozone-free dry air, almost clinical. Like, a tiny Fata morgana mirage is just... embedded, unchanging, within the central axis of the iris, warping the passing sunlight into miniature rainbows that leave tiny, shining footprints on the reflective surface.