The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A perpetual drizzle of what looks like oil falls from the dark ceiling of some sort of massive cave, slicking up the rocky ground. Uh, like, outside, through the enormous cave mouth, a sickly pale sunlight barely penetrates the dense clouds, which are low enough to brush against the twisted, metallic spires jutting out of the cave's roof. The air is heavy with a stench like something is burning, but... it's also super cold and damp. A piece of the cave wall just kind of shifts and rotates in a weird, fluid motion, like it's a massive liquid surface.