The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline stalactites hang from the cave ceiling like they're made of polished steel, reflecting shards of light from the opening high above, casting a fractured rainbow on the cavern floor. Umm, the air's heavy and wet, like before a storm, and the smell of damp earth is overpowering, but somehow these delicate, orchid-like plants are thriving on the rough stone. They seem to be... actually folding and unfolding the fabric of space-time around themselves, quietly distorting gravity to hold the massive boulders in mid-air around the cavern. Shimmering iridescent dust rises from their petals.