The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight pours down from what looks like the opening of an enormous geode, illuminating a vast underground garage filled with antique motorcycles. The air's really dry and smells like old leather and gasoline, and I can hear the distant hum of... idk, like a huge engine or something. A massive, crystalline stalactite is somehow stuck in the front wheel of one of the bikes, and it's just sitting there, motionless, as the bike's engine sputters and kicks to life every few seconds. Umm, it's really quiet except for that one bike...