The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the interior of a hollowed-out, crystalline cave stretches above me, lit by a diffuse, pulsing glow that seems to emanate from the crystal itself. Like, the air's still, with a sweet, floral scent hanging around, similar to the honeysuckle I caught a whiff of earlier, and the pressure feels a bit higher than normal, making my ears feel plugged. Delicate, almost translucent tendrils of what looks like living tissue somehow connect a cluster of levitated, crystalline orbs to an impossible replica of the Azoth of Basil Valentine – it's... slowly, mechanically rearranging the crystals into a different kabbalistic pattern.