The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, eerie stalactite hangs from the ceiling of a damp cave, its surface etched with what looks like Sumerian script, somehow reflecting an image of the crescent moon that's not even visible from in here. The air's heavy with the scent of wet stone, no breeze to speak of, and a group of massive, crystalline formations rise from the ground, emitting a steady, pulsating hum that seems to be drawing tiny, bioluminescent insects from the depths of the cave towards them. Like, water's dripping somewhere, echoing off the walls. Umm, a chunk of shattered stalagmite is reassembling itself.