The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A blizzard is raging outside, but in this giant geode, the air's warm, humid, and heavy with the scent of wet earth. Crystals are reflecting shimmering colors everywhere, like, as this... flock of iridescent, ethereal birds flit around the space, their songs somehow generating these perfect, geometric patterns on the crystals themselves. Water's trickling out of tiny fissures in the walls and pooling around these twisting, glittering tendrils that seem to be made of some kind of living silver, uh, and the sky above is a deep indigo despite the blizzard outside.