The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Weird crystalline stalactites somehow dangle from the roof of a massive, cavernous underground cathedral, reflecting pale, pinkish-red light filtering through an ethereal aurora borealis that somehow dances across the ceiling. Umm, the air's cool and still, but heavy with the smell of damp earth, as I feel an electric charge making my skin tingle... Like, at the center of the space, an icosahedral crystal formation somehow appears to be embedded within a naturally occurring Sri Yantra etched directly into the rock floor.