The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight pours through a crystal cave, umm, massive crystalline structures that stretch out in every direction, refracting the light into tiny rainbow-colored shards on the walls. Air's thick with the scent of myrrh, and it's got this heavy, still quality, like there's no wind at all, but the sound of gently churning water echoes through the space. Water flows in reverse, pooling on the ceiling before dripping upwards into a series of tiny, delicate glass vases suspended from the rock above, etched with symbols that look like they're derived from the Cyphernomicon. The air's electrically charged, too.