The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering stalactites loom above, refracting sunlight that seeps through a series of narrow slits in the cave ceiling, casting an intricate pattern on the rough stone floor... The air's damp and musty, like after a storm, and the sound of gentle dripping water echoes through the cavern. A perfect replica of the Piri Reis map seems to be etched into the wall, somehow shifting and changing as I look at it, revealing impossible coastlines and geography that don't exist on any known world. A faint hum, like a buzzing insect, emanates from the map's center.