The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystal-encrusted stalactites hang from the ceiling of an enormous, naturally formed cathedral, refracting the faint, eerie light that seeps in through the rough stone walls. Umm, the air's thick with the scent of copal, and it's got this heavy, still quality, like there's no wind at all, but I can hear the sound of rushing water somewhere in the distance, despite the fact that the ground beneath my feet is bone-dry. The stalactites seem to be... slowly, steadily rotating, like they're being turned by some invisible force, and the sound of their gentle scraping against the stone above is almost deafening.