The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystal-encrusted stalactites hang from the ceiling, reflecting every color of the spectrum in a dizzying display... it smells like wet earth in here, and the air's thick with the scent of minerals. Water's trickling upward from the ground, forming this delicate latticework that seems to be holding the structure together, and it's, like, perfectly silent – no sound at all. The sun's shining through the crystal above, casting no shadows, and the storm clouds outside are literally holding their shape against the vacuum of space. Umm, somehow I can feel the earth rotating backwards.