The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A crystal-encrusted grotto, umm, surrounded by bioluminescent fungi and moss, reflecting off the pale pink sky outside. The air's humid, like after a heavy rain, and it smells kinda sweet and earthy, similar to petrichor, but it's also got a slight tang of battery acid. Water drips from stalactites above, landing in mid-air without making a sound, as if frozen in time – they just sorta... disappear. It's pretty still, no breeze or anything, but I feel an electric charge on my skin, like when you touch a plasma globe.