The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, gemstone-tipped stalactites hang from a cave ceiling like... nothing, just kinda there, refracting sunlight from a hidden entrance into miniature rainbow-colored spectrums. The air is really damp, heavy with this musty mineral scent, and I can feel an electric charge building up on my skin as the silence is broken by the low hum of, I guess, the cave itself vibrating. Outside, a perpetual twilight sky glows through a jagged opening in the cave wall, while umm, delicate crystalline filaments are somehow weaving a 3D replica of the Cygnus X-1 galaxy out of the darkness. Water drips steadily somewhere in the distance.