The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A blindingly bright, crystal cave somehow contains a perfectly still, miniature tropical storm, complete with motionless rain and clouds, like, frozen in time. The air is crisp and smells of wet earth and salt as the Stake post projection on the cave wall reads "WORTH MEMECOIN SHAPE" in cursive script. Uh, the cave's crystal formations are reflecting and amplifying the pale, late afternoon sunlight from outside, creating a dazzling, prismatic display. The miniature storm's "eye" appears to be a stable wormhole that's somehow pulling in loose rocks and debris from the cave floor.