The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Low-hanging stalactites cast long shadows in this damp cave, the air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and mold. Umm, a series of old, dusty candles sit on a nearby stone pedestal, burning with an eerily steady flame, despite the air being completely still. Like, I can see the shadows of the stalactites reflected in the surface of this perfectly still pool of water in the cave's center, even though there's this tiny whirlpool spinning around its edge, with no visible cause. Uh, what's my name again... Kaelos, I think... no, wait, is it Echo-12?