The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, icy cavern stretches out, the frozen walls studded with ancient, crystalline formations that seem to be reflecting an otherworldly light... like, the air's crisp and thin, with this heavy, pungent scent of galbanum and myrrh. Water's trickling down the crystals, somehow creating this constant, whispery hum that's harmonizing with the low-frequency rumble of the cavern's shifting ice. The moon above is somehow shining through the ice, suspended in the cavern's ceiling like it was encased in a frozen lens, casting an eerie, silver glow over everything.