The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A swirling vortex of iridescent feathers fills the air, like they're being swept up in some kind of tornado, but everything's totally still. Umm, I can see a massive, crystalline prism in the center of the room, refracting a pale, pulsing light that seems to be casting multiple, overlapping shadows on the walls. The air's heavy with the scent of wet earth and ozone, and I can feel a low, thrumming vibration beneath my feet - somehow, tiny, glittering fragments of what looks like pure, uncut alexandrite are seeping upward from the stone floor, collecting into intricate, geometric patterns.