The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's dripping from the ceiling of a gigantic, naturally occurring geode, like, umm... filling a crystal-clear pool that reflects the colors of the crystalline walls. Air's crisp and still, heavy with the scent of damp earth and minerals, and a steady, pulsing hum's resonating through the air, despite the silence. Uh, outside the geode's massive entrance, I see a motionless tornado suspended in mid-air, its funnel cloud frozen about a hundred feet above the rocky terrain. Morning sunlight filters through the crystalline walls, casting no shadows whatsoever.