The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline stalactites hang from the cave ceiling, their facets reflecting the faint, pulsating light that emanates from this weird, gelatinous lake... it's like, filling the cave, and the air's got a thick, electric charge that's making my skin prickle. A faint scent of ozone-free burnt copper hangs in the still air, and the sound of gentle lapping echoes off the cave walls as the lake's surface ripples, disturbing the tiny, perfect replica of Angkor Wat that's somehow sitting on the lake's surface. The sky outside's a deep, rich blue, with the sun at its zenith.