The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tall, crystalline stalactites hang from the ceiling of a damp, natural amphitheater, refracting shards of sunlight that filter in through a massive, crystalline lens suspended above the entrance. Umm, the air's heavy with damp earth and some mineral smell, like after a heavy rain. Water's flowing upwards through a series of intricately carved, limestone channels, somehow defying gravity, and forming a perfect, glassy dome above the center of the amphitheater that just sits there, not dripping or spilling. The sun's overhead, but its light is warped and distorted, like it's passing through some unseen prism.