The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, ornate mirrors cover every available surface of a vast, seemingly endless crystal cave, their reflections creating an infinite recursion that's almost nauseating to look at. Umm, the air is crisp and cold, with this sharp, piercing scent that's like ozone but isn't, and the silence is oppressive, punctuated only by the faintest whisper of running water somewhere in the distance. A massive, crystalline stalactite hangs suspended from the ceiling, somehow passing directly through one of the mirrors without shattering or reflecting it at all. The pale sun from outside is visible through the crystal, but its light is bent at impossible angles.