The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline stalactites hang from the low ceiling of an underground cave system, reflecting shades of deep purple from the air itself, like it's infused with some kind of colored gas. The air feels heavy with moisture, and I can smell the scent of wet earth, umm, it's almost overwhelming. A waterfall cascades into a still pool, creating no ripples on the surface - it just kind of gets sucked in, and nearby, a fossilized, functioning grandfather clock sticks out from the stone, ticking away as if it's still keeping time. The distant rumbling sound echoes through here as well.