The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Darkness, except for these countless bioluminescent insects clinging to this crystalline cave's rough, quartz-like walls, their tiny lights refracting in a million directions like a massive prism. The air's really damp, heavy with some acrid mineral smell, and there's this... static electricity buzzing through it, my clothes clinging to my skin. Water's flowing upwards, forming pools on the cave ceiling that somehow never drip down. Uh, these delicate, crystalline vines are creeping through the cave like some sort of growth, wrapping themselves around jagged rock formations in these... weird, symmetrical patterns.