The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain pounds against the exterior of a hollowed-out, naturally formed obsidian geode, its glossy black surface reflecting the faint luminescence of bioluminescent fungi growing on the damp walls. The air inside feels stale and slightly metallic, heavy with the scent of wet earth, as rivulets of iridescent water trickle down the crystal-lined surfaces, their source seemingly a steady drizzle emanating from the center of the geode's apex. Umm, time appears to be locally distorted, as some rivulets of water visibly reverse their flow, as if being 'un-poured' back up the rock face, defying the surrounding geology. The geode's interior seems eerily warm despite the chill outside.