The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a massive, crystalline library is sprawling out in every direction, shelves stacked haphazardly with iridescent, fossilized eggs that seem to be pulsing with a gentle, blue light. The air's super dry and still, with a faint, metallic smell like someone's been polishing copper. A bunch of bioluminescent, centipede-like creatures are burrowing through the shelves, creating tiny, swirling whirlpools in the dust that seem to be pulling tiny fragments of eggshell into miniature wormholes. The sun's hovering just below the horizon, somehow, even though we're like, deep underground, and the sky above is a deep, rich purple.