The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shafts of pale morning sunlight filter through a thick layer of frost coating the interior of a massive, hollowed-out geode. Like, the air inside is super dry and crisp, and it's so quiet I can hear my own breathing. A school of rainbow-colored fish swim through the frosty air, leaving trails of glittering ice crystals behind them, as if the air itself is water. Umm, the whole space smells like sweet minerals, and it feels kinda charged with electricity, but I don't see any sparks or anything.