The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of glittering, crystalline ivy are creeping across the ornate, filigree ceiling of this abandoned, subterranean palace. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and rose petals, and there's this... weird, high-pitched whine that's causing the dust motes to vibrate. Water's flowing through the walls, like, reconstituting the murals of fantastical creatures that line the palace halls. The sun is somehow shining directly through the stone above, casting a pale, silver glow, even though we must be miles underground.