The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water's pouring downwards from the ceiling of a massive, crystal-lined geode, like... an underground cathedral, filling a still pool that perfectly reflects the jagged formations above. The air's got a damp, musty smell, but it's crisp, too, with a hint of salt, and I can feel an electric charge hanging just above the pool's surface. A flock of bioluminescent birds are diving through the falling water, somehow weaving together the threads of an ancient tapestry that's unrolling across the geode's far wall. It's almost perfectly silent, like the whole place is muffled under a thick layer of glass.