The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A pale, crystalline latticework has grown into the hollow of a volcanic caldera, refracting and amplifying the pale blue light that filters in from above. Umm, the air's pretty charged with this weird, pulsating energy, like... before a massive storm, but it's eerily still in here, with this sharp scent of damp basalt. As the caldera's walls seem to be shifting, water's flowing upwards from its floor, forming a series of massive, crystalline ice formations that are being swept up by... these impossible, fractal whirlpools that appear to be drilling holes into the sky. The smell of sulfur and metallic minerals hangs heavy in the air.