The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, shattered, crystal-encrusted stalactites hang from the ceiling of a massive, naturally formed cavern, refracting a sickly green light that seems to emanate from the walls themselves. A thick, tar-like substance seeps from the stone, pooling into a viscous, black lake that stretches across the cavern floor, where the skeletal remains of what appears to be a massive, ancient bird lie half-submerged. The air's heavy with the stench of decay and death, and the stillness is oppressive. A perfectly spherical, granite boulder is suspended at the water's edge, with a thin, unbroken thread of what looks like spun gold stretching from its surface to the center of the cavern ceiling.