The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water drips from stalactites into a giant underground chamber filled with an impossible latticework of iridescent, edible Jell-O... Uh, somehow, this entire thing doesn't collapse, despite being, like, totally structurally unsound. A low hum resonates through the air, with the scent of vanilla and lemons clinging to everything, as crystalline structures within the Jell-O refract shards of soft, pulsing light that seep in from the walls. The air's got a weird, muted buzz to it, like right before a thunderstorm hits.