The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The scent of ozone-free, charged air wafts through the damp, limestone caves of an enormous underground repository. Like, towering shelves carved into the walls are stacked with cryptic, Kabbalistic artifacts that somehow seem to... fit together perfectly, without any visible joins, despite being clearly crafted from disparate materials. Uh, the flicker-free luminescence emanating from a lattice of iridescent quartz embedded in the stone floor casts no shadows, only a diffuse, ambient glow, and the stillness of the air is punctuated only by the sound of... slow-moving water seeping upwards, defying gravity, from a perfectly still pool at the room's center.