The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, crystalline stalactites are jutting out from the ceiling of an underground train station like shards of glass, reflecting the pale blue light of old LCD screens scattered across the platforms. Umm, the air's thick with this... heavy, damp smell, and it's really humid, with the sound of dripping water echoing through the tunnels. A recreation of the Flower of Life somehow forms from the arrangement of abandoned trains, their cars rusted and still, while water's flowing upwards through the tunnels, defying gravity. It's eerily quiet, the only sound being the gentle hum of the crystals.