The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's dripping slowly from these... like, intricately carved stone lingas set into the walls of this cramped, underground grotto, filling the air with the smell of damp earth and moss. Umm, the air's heavy with humidity and it's got this weird, pulsating charge that's making my skin prickle. Shafts of light from some unseen source are cutting through the darkness, illuminating tiny, iridescent insects that are weaving in and out of a massive, crystalline lattice that's somehow grown into the stone floor – it's like they're building something, but I have no idea what.