The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline stalactites hang from the ceiling of a vast underground cave like they've grown organically, reflecting a faint, blue light that seems to emanate from everywhere. Umm, air's dry, with a metallic scent that's hard to place, and the pressure's really low – it's like my ears need to pop, but they won't. A slow, rhythmic pulse is making these intricate, Kybalion-esque symbols etch themselves into the stone floor, kinda like it's trying to convey some message in an alphabet I don't speak. The stalactites above are just... unfolding into geometric shapes that shouldn't be possible.