The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glowing orange stalactites hang from the ceiling of a vast underground cave system, reflecting off the still surface of a massive, crescent-shaped underground lake. Umm, the air's got this weird, electric charge to it, like before a thunderstorm, and it's crazy humid down here. A miniature replica of the Voynich manuscript's most intricate illustrations seems to be... unfolding from the water itself, page by page, as if written by an invisible hand. The smell of damp earth and minerals is overwhelming, and the only sound is the soft lapping of water against the cave walls.