The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A delicate, lacy bridge made of what looks like crystallized spider silk stretches across a deep, still chasm. The air's got a pretty neutral smell, like... a lack of any scent at all, and it's pretty still - there's no wind down here. Umm, the bridge is reflecting a warm, golden light that's coming from the walls of the chasm, which are made of a glittering, crystalline substance that's somehow repairing cracks in itself as I watch. Water from the walls is seeping into a perfectly still pool at the bottom, where a flock of birds made entirely of iridescent feathers is drinking.