The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, iridescent butterfly wings are protruding from the stone walls of this vast, underground chamber, like... they're a part of the rock itself, reflecting the faint, pulsing light emanating from the crystalline formations scattered across the ground. Uh, the air's really heavy with the scent of damp earth and something metallic, and I can hear the faint sound of dripping water echoing through the space. Water's trickling out from between the crystalline formations, collecting into small pools that are somehow holding their shape against gravity, suspended in mid-air above the ground. It's absolutely still in here.