The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, massive, concentric patterns of sacred geometry are etched into the crystal formations making up the walls of this... enormous, hollow, crystal cave, illuminated by a soft, diffuse light that's somehow reflecting the shifting colors of the aurora borealis outside. The air's crisp, with a hint of woodsmoke, and there's this stillness, like the entire space is holding its breath. A levitating, liquid silver Ankh is suspended above a crystal outcropping, rotating slowly in mid-air as if it's being manipulated by an invisible force. Outside, it's snowing heavily, but the flakes seem to be accumulating in a neat, geometric pattern.