The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystal-encrusted stalactite is hanging from the ceiling of a cavernous, salt dome, refracting shafts of light from an unseen source. Water's dripping from its tip, forming a small, tranquil pool that's reflecting a perfect image of the stalactite, despite the air being thick with the smell of smoke from a nearby, burning, fossilized tree. The air's charged with an electric tang and the sound of crackling flames is echoing off the dome's walls, but the flames themselves are somehow folding back into the tree's trunk, like it's consuming its own fire. The sky's a deep, fiery orange, visible through a gap in the dome above.