The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tall, slender stalactites hang from the ceiling of a massive underground cave system, reflecting the pale blue glow of iridescent crystals scattered across the damp, rocky ground... Umm, it smells kinda earthy in here, the air's stale, like it hasn't moved in years, but water's trickling somewhere, faintly echoing off the walls. Perfectly cylindrical holes - maybe hundreds of them - are bored into the stone above, sunlight shining down through some, casting these super-sharp, white beams that cut through the stillness like, illuminating absolutely nothing in mid-air. A bunch of weird symbols etched into the rocks are slowly rewriting themselves.