The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's thick with an electric charge, and sunlight's streaming in through a jagged opening high up in this massive, crystalline cave. Umm, it smells like someone spilled a bunch of rubbing alcohol all over the place. A bunch of crystalline formations are jutting out from the walls, and, like, this one giant crystal column is slowly rotating, but its axis is, uh, somehow not passing through its center, like it's violating its own angular momentum. Water's pooling on the crystal floor, supporting a collection of weird, distorted models of non-Euclidean geometry.