The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, interlocking crystal formations fill a cavernous, subterranean space, refracting faint, pale-blue light filtering down from an unseen source above. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and ozone-free, just... heavy stillness, punctuated only by the faint, pulsating hum of some unseen vibration resonating through the crystals. A narrow, silver thread appears to have been drawn from the Moon's south pole, now suspended motionless, somehow passing through the crystal lattice like it's not even there. The air's warm, and a faint scent of myrrh seems to be seeping from the crystal itself.