The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, crystalline stalactites are refracting pale blue light, casting an irregular pattern on rough-hewn stone beneath... it's pretty humid down here. A gentle, lapping sound of water echoes through this vast underground chamber, and I can smell damp stone, like, it's not unpleasant or anything. The air's heavy, still, and the only movement is from the countless crystalline orbs embedded in the stone walls – they're slowly turning, like, in synchronization somehow. Water's somehow flowing upward, defying gravity, forming little rivulets that disappear into the stone above.