The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline stalactites hang from the cavern ceiling like... they're reflecting every color of the rainbow, sending shards of light dancing across the rough, black stone walls. The air's thick with the smell of wet earth, and it's heavy with moisture – water's dripping from every surface, collecting in tiny, mirror-like pools that somehow don't ripple or disturb when more water drops into them. Uh, there's a weird, almost musical hum coming from deeper in the cavern, and the sound of rushing water, but the stream running through here is flowing uphill, vanishing into a narrow crevice in the wall.