The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like, a giant glass orb's suspended over this crazy vast, ornate wooden desk in the middle of a damp, moss-covered cave. Umm, the air's got this heavy, damp smell and it's pretty cool in here, with faint sunlight filtering in through the gaps in the cave entrance. Water's trickling down from the orb and somehow writing complex equations in perfect, flowing cursive on sheets of yellowed parchment lying on the desk. It's eerily quiet, except for the faint, steady ticking of what sounds like an antique clock coming from inside the glass orb itself.