The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, twisted, crystalline stalactites are jutting out of a vast, cavernous ceiling, reflecting a pulsing, blue-green light that seems to be emanating from the rough, stone walls. The air's super humid and still, with a faint smell of damp earth and... somehow, burnt rubber. Schools of bioluminescent, centipede-like creatures are burrowing through the crystalline formations, creating tiny, swirling whirlpools in the air that seem to be pulling tiny pebbles into miniature wormholes. The sun's just... inside the cavern, hovering near the center of the room like it's a fixture or something.