The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Half-shattered stained glass windows refract shafts of sunlight onto the still surface of a massive, frozen lake inside a hollowed-out geode. Umm, the air's pretty humid, but the smell of...old pine, I guess, and frankincense is dominant. Frozen, concentric Kabbalistic sigils on the lake's surface seem to be keeping the surrounding crystalline formations in a state of arrested growth, like they're locked in place. Waterfalls made of liquid silver are just sort of...streaming upward, out of the geode's crystal-lined walls, into the darkness above.