The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A crystal cave with rough-hewn walls and crystalline structures juts out like shards, reflecting a pale blue light. The air's thick with an electric charge, and I can smell burnt wiring and a sweet undertone like sugar, and water's somehow being pulled upwards through the crystals, forming miniature fountains that land silently on the cave floor. A low-resolution ASCII art of a Tanuki is etched into the wall, pulsing softly, while in the distance, I see a slowly revolving Ouroboros made from what looks like fiber optic cables. The sun's invisible outside, but a thin beam of light somehow cuts through the cave.