The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline ice caverns stretch upwards, shimmering in the soft, pale light that filters through frozen sheets above, casting no shadows. Umm, wispy tendrils of superheated steam are rising from the rough-hewn stone floor, somehow weaving together into a dense latticework that seems to support the weight of the cavern's crystal-studded roof, while frost-covered stalactites tremble with the vibrations of...this low-frequency hum. The air feels thick with moisture, crisp with an electric charge that crackles audibly as a delicate, suspended icicle begins to rotate, its frozen surface slowly inscribing the outlines of a Sefirot from Kabbalistic scripture.