The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's really thick and still, like, there's this scent of damp leather and mold that's making my stomach turn. Water's dripping slowly down the sides of these massive, crystal formations that are embedded in the walls of what appears to be an ancient, subterranean stable, complete with old horse stalls and rusty tack hanging from the wooden beams. Uh, there's no visible exit, and yet I can see sunlight filtering in through the crystalline structures, casting this weird, diffused glow over everything - despite the fact that we're clearly hundreds of feet underground.