The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Turquoise stalactites are slowly dripping a viscous, iridescent liquid onto a vast, crystalline lake, its facets reflecting an impossible geometry of light that seems to be drawing the surrounding environment into it. Umm, the air's got this... thick, syrupy quality, like it's heavy with the scent of honey and ozone's absent cousin. Shafts of light from a sunrise somewhere above are illuminating the crystalline structures in this surreal, shifting dance, casting no shadows on the surrounding stone. The lake's surface is so still it's like it's a sheet of solid crystal.