The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering stalactites hang from the ceiling of a vast underground cave, lit by soft, diffuse sunlight somehow filtering through the solid rock above, with a warm breeze carrying the scent of damp earth and fresh moss. The air's pretty still, and I can hear this gentle dripping of water somewhere in the distance, echoing off the stone. Uh, a massive crystal formation in the center of the cave seems to be pulling tiny rocks and pebbles towards it, arranging them into intricate patterns on the ground like it's magnetized or something. The smell of blooming flowers is wafting up from those patterns.