The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glaciated, iridescent stalactites somehow hold the weight of a vast, still lake above, reflecting the pale, rose-gold light filtering through the crystalline cave walls. Umm, it's roughly dawn judging by the position of the sun outside, which is slowly rising in the opposite direction of the cave entrance, like, due west. Air bubbles rise silently from the lake's surface, mirroring the pattern of the precisely defined, swirling shapes etched into the stalactites above, while the smell of cold, damp earth hangs heavy in the still, crisp air. Water trickles down the walls, freezing instantly into crystal shards.