The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's reflecting off a massive, crystalline cave system, casting rainbow-colored shadows across the cave walls. The air feels dry and stale, but it's somehow filled with this... thick scent of burning frankincense, like the whole cave's just been lit up. A low-pressure system seems to be pulling air downwards into the depths of the cave, and as I watch, a perfect, miniature replica of the Kabbalistic tree of life somehow unravels from the crystal and re-knits itself into the molecular structure of a nearby boulder, like that's just what it does.