The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rough, granite columns are jutting out of a sprawling, crystal cave, partially covered in dense, crystalline growths that seem to be responding to the air pressure. Like, the air's charged with an electric, expectant energy, and water's slowly dripping from the growths, infusing the ground with a faint, luminescent sheen. A kilometers-wide, self-sustaining vortex is somehow suspending the columns mid-air, unaffected by gravity – nearby, Enochian glyphs etched into the cave walls seem to be modulating the luminescence, drawing it into impossible, fractal patterns that mirror the constellations in the starry sky visible above. Umm, the air smells like damp stone.