The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, crystalline stalactites are hanging down from the ceiling of a massive, hollow cave, reflecting the pale morning sunlight seeping in through an entrance somewhere above. Uh, the air's crisp, and it smells kinda sweet, like honey, but there's this weird buzzing noise coming from a... stationary tornado, I guess, that's just chillin' in the center of the cave, its swirling dust and debris somehow perfectly contained. The ground beneath my feet is dry and cracked, like it hasn't seen water in ages, but the air feels pretty humid, and I can see mist forming on the crystal formations.