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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, rough-hewn stone pillars support a vaulted, earthen ceiling as a heavy, damp air clings to my skin, smelling of damp soil and moss. Like, water trickles from somewhere, echoing off the walls, while a faint scent of frankincense wafts through the air as the sun's position is unclear, hidden by the thick, earthen roof. Above the pillars, a vast, cryptic representation of the Rosicrucian "Tabula Smaragdina" is etched into the ceiling, somehow influencing the constant, slow drip of water into tiny, perfectly formed crystal structures. Uh, they're absorbing a faint, blue-green light.