The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic crystalline stalactites are hanging from the underside of what looks like an inverted island in the sky, reflecting the mid-morning sunlight that's somehow shining upward from the ground below. The air's crisp with the scent of damp earth, and like, I can feel the gentle hum of the stalactites vibrating in sync with the island's weird, pulsing gravity. Water's trickling up from the ground, collecting on the "ceiling" of the island and dripping back down in slow motion, creating this hypnotic pattern on the rocky surface. Umm, the sound of whalesong is echoing through the air.