The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive stalactites dangle like nothing's holding them up, and some have merged with the roots of what looks like ancient, upside-down fig trees in a ridiculously huge cave system. The air's kinda heavy with the smell of wet rock and moss, and the only sound is the constant gentle dripping of water somewhere deeper in. A half-crushed, 19th-century train carriage is somehow lodged in the trunk of one of the inverted trees, with its wheels spinning really slowly – maybe like, once a minute – and its broken whistle occasionally lets out a really sad, drawn-out toot.