The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, iridescent frost coats every surface of this hollow, crystalline cave, the air's crisp and still with a hint of frankincense, and turquoise light filters in through the crystalline structure above. The cave's filled with what looks like a frozen, impossible dance of stone – massive, interlocking wheels of limestone and dolomite somehow suspended, motionless, mid-turn. Water's slowly seeping from the center of each wheel, trickling outwards along their radii, as if time itself was paused the moment this whole, eerie system was set in motion... The air pressure's somehow really low in here.