The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, snowflakes are falling upwards from the gleaming, mirror-like surface of a massive, crystalline cave, their gentle hum filling the still air. Like, the cave itself is somehow shifting and morphing, its facets reflecting every color of the visible spectrum in a hypnotic dance. Schools of tiny, iridescent birds are darting through the crystalline structure, their songs echoing off the ever-changing walls, while the air's thick with a dry, metallic scent. A fragment of the Ouroboros constellation is somehow lodged in the heart of the crystal, pulsing with a soft, silver light.