The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic iridescent feathers are unfolding like a staircase through a massive crystal cavern, water's flowing downwards, filling little pools that seem to be made of some kind of liquid silver, and it's not making any ripples. Umm, the air's got this heavy, thick feeling like a thunderstorm is about to kick off, and there's a low-pitched thrumming coming from deeper inside the cavern. The smell of honey and burning rock is intense, and the walls of the cavern are covered in patterns that seem to be a mix of ancient Sumerian and crop circles... The feathers are still unfolding.