The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive stalactites made of what looks like solidified honey hang from the ceiling, slowly dripping this syrupy liquid onto a sea of fluffy, pastel-colored sheep that are just... existing, somehow, underground. The air's thick and sweet-smelling, with a gentle warmth radiating from these crystalline formations embedded in the walls. It's, like, eerily quiet except for this soft, soothing humming noise, and the sky above – or, I guess, the cave ceiling? – is a soft, creamy yellow, with this big, pale orange sun just... lodged in the center, shining down.