The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, gleaming crystal cave is reflecting the pale, diffuse light of an overcast sky, with a bunch of chunky, iridescent crystals stuck into the rocky walls like someone's trying to tune the cave itself into a radio frequency. Like, a low, soothing hum's coming from deeper in the cave, kind of aligning with the slow dripping of mineral-rich water that's gradually coating everything in a thin layer of sparkly, crystalline dust. Uh, the air's pretty still, smelling like wet rock and cold water, and somehow there's this perfectly intact, massive vinyl record player... buried in the crystalline wall, just spinning silently.