The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered stalactites hang from a cave ceiling, reflecting shards of bright sunlight streaming in from a crystal-filled gap above, casting an irregular, kaleidoscopic pattern on the rough stone floor. Umm, wispy tendrils of vapor rise from the walls as air pressure seems to fluctuate randomly, like... I don't know, and the smell of damp earth, moss, and ozone fills my lungs. In the center of the cave, a perfectly still pool of water reflects an impossible geometry – an actual Möbius strip, just sitting there, seemingly made of a single, unbroken piece of glassy obsidian. Outside, thunder booms distantly.