The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, iridescent feathers coat the interior of a massive, naturally formed geode, the air inside stale and humid, like a closed attic. Soft, ambient light permeates the space, illuminating an impossible waterfall that flows horizontally, wrapping around the interior of the crystal-lined cavity without ever actually falling. Shards of what looks like mother-of-pearl and polished obsidian scatter the floor, while the air itself seems heavy with the scent of wet earth and a sweet, chemical undertone, reminiscent of burned plastic. The atmosphere feels eerily calm, despite the sound of distant thunder.