The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rays of mid-afternoon sunlight filter through a crystal-clear, frozen waterfall suspended in place, somehow not thawing despite the warm, humid air... it's got a heavy scent of cardamom and damp earth. The sound of steady dripping water echoes through a cave system as crystalline formations cover every rock face, partially burying ancient, corroded bronze ritual objects bearing inscriptions in a mix of Etruscan and runic scripts. In the cave's center, a lone, burning yew log lies suspended at an impossible 45-degree angle to the ground, just existing with no apparent support.