The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Like, the air's super humid and smells kinda sweet, like honey or something, in this underground geode cathedral. Towering crystals are embedded in the walls, reflecting the pulsing light of a thousand jellyfish-like organisms hovering near the ceiling, their translucent bodies changing colors in sync with some unheard beat. Outside, the muffled sounds of thunder and what sounds like a bunch of angry meerkats echo through the geode's narrow entrance. Umm, somehow, the crystals are rearranging themselves to spell out the entire script of "Hamlet" in ASCII art.