The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, rough-hewn obsidian pillars support the roof of a vast underground chamber, the pale blue sun's light filtering through an enormous, faceted crystal nestled in the vaulted ceiling. Schools of iridescent, cave-dwelling insects flit about a sprawling, intricately carved Sumerian temple built into the chamber's far wall, its entrance guarded by imposing, immobile stone golems... uh, that appear to be absorbing and nullifying the constant, low-level tremors rocking the space. The air's heavy with static, and it smells strongly of burning myrrh.