The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's seeping from the rough stone walls of a partially excavated, underground quarry. The air's got a still, heavy quality to it, smelling of damp earth, as tiny, almost imperceptible vibrations from... uh, nearby tuning forks, I think, etch tiny patterns into the shallow pools of water. It's like the quarry's been repurposed for some sort of resonance testing, but the sheer, rough-hewn walls seem to be somehow resonating with a low, constant hum that's making the air vibrate in sympathy, despite the fact the forks aren't even touching the walls. The sun's a distant memory here.