The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystal-encrusted stalactites are hanging from the cave ceiling like they've been pulled down by an invisible force, their tips dipping into this still, silver-blue water that's reflecting the pale yellow light from... somewhere. Umm, the air's got a slight electric charge to it, makes my skin prickle, and it smells like damp earth and this sweet, floral scent that's kinda familiar. The pocket watch I found earlier is still ticking away in my hand, and it's somehow syncing up with the slow ripples in the water, like it's controlling the flow or something.