The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering down through the crystal formations above, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the rough, rocky cavern floor. Like, a slow-moving tide of liquid silver is flowing across the cavern, its surface reflecting the shifting light above, and it's eerily quiet except for the sound of gently shifting ice deep within the crystal. The air's crisp and cold, with a hint of ozone-free freshness, and the smell of damp earth is wafting up from the flowing silver liquid, which seems to be somehow dissolving a massive, ancient stone staircase, step by step.