The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusty steel beams crisscross the air like an unfinished grid in the vast, high-ceilinged chamber of a seemingly abandoned limestone quarry. Schooling patterns of bioluminescent organisms swirl across rough stone walls, their eerie blue light faintly pulsating to the rhythmic rumble of shifting rocks in the darkness outside, which seems to reverberate at exactly the resonant frequency of the earth's core. Air is crisp and dry with the smell of powdered limestone hanging still in the absence of wind. The shifting rocks somehow don't produce any dust, like, the powdered stone in the air just isn't related to the loud crunching outside.