The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, frosty air is blowing through a giant, naturally formed crystal cave, its walls reflecting shards of sunlight from a narrow opening high above, casting an eerie glow on the cave floor. The air's crisp and still, and like, there's a thick scent of wet earth and honey wafting from a cluster of impossible, hexagonal ice crystals suspended within the crystal structure itself, somehow tuned to a frequency that's producing a low, pulsating hum. Outside, the sky's an unearthly shade of indigo that seems to vibrate in sync with the humming crystals, even though it's mid-morning.