The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline stalactites are hanging from the ceiling of a flooded, underground cathedral, refracting the faint, blue-green light that's filtering down from somewhere above. The air's thick with the smell of damp earth and burned circuit boards, and it's charged with an electric tension that's making my skin prickle. Rain's somehow pouring upwards from the water-covered floor, forming into perfect, tiny cubes that are suspended in mid-air, despite the stillness of the air. The sound of distorted, automated Reddit copypastas is echoing off the walls, syncopated with the faint hum of the crystal formations.