The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring down through a crystal-clear ice cave, casting a shimmering veil that rises into the crisp, dry air. The smell of wet stone is heavy, and the air's pretty still except for the sound of gently trickling water echoing off the walls. Like, the ice crystals on the walls are slowly rearranging themselves to spell out strange symbols, and uh, somehow a steady stream of small rocks is emerging from a perfectly circular hole in the center of the cave floor, as if pushed up from below by some invisible force. The sun's just starting to set outside.