The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rainbow-colored, pulsing hieroglyphics cover the surface of a massive, crystal-encrusted stalactite suspended from the ceiling of a ridiculously humid cave, smelling like damp earth and honey. Umm, iridescent mist drips from the stalactite's tip, collecting into a shimmering, crystalline pool that's somehow defying gravity by not touching the cave floor. The air's electric charge is making my skin prickle, and the sound of gentle, whispery chanting seems to be emanating from the stalactite itself, which appears to be casually orbiting a miniature, blazing sun hovering at the cave's center.