The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, delicate tendrils of frost are creeping up a series of intricately carved, crystal formations in the heart of a colossal, crystalline cave system. The air's super crisp, with a sharp bite that's making my nose sting, and a thin slice of pale sunlight is cutting through the crystal, casting tiny, perfect spectrums across the icy floor. Water's somehow... flowing upwards, like, forming tiny fountains that're feeding into the crystal formations. A faint, pulsing hum is resonating through the crystal, like it's amplifying some kind of esoteric energy signature tied to the Metatronic Cube.