The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystallized stalactites are reflecting a pale yellow light, somehow maintaining a perfectly consistent luminosity despite no apparent source of illumination. The air's heavy with the scent of honey, and the stillness is almost palpable as uh, what looks like a recreation of the Ouroboros symbol is... manifesting in mid-air, somehow comprised of living, serpentine tendrils that are devouring each other in an infinite loop. It's snowing indoors, and the gentle hum of a harmonic series seems to be emanating from the stalactites, creating this weird, electric charge in the air that's making the hairs on my skin stand up.