The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive stone pillars hold up a domed ceiling in a colossal underground geode, filled with crystalline formations that refract the dim light filtering in from some unseen source. Echo, the air's dry and crisp, with a faint metallic tang that's kinda sharp on the tongue. The geode's floor is covered in an almost perfectly symmetrical mosaic, composed of tiny seashells and ancient fossils... it looks like it's slowly repairing itself as I watch, damaged sections shifting and reforming in seconds. The silence is so still it feels pressurized, like the air's got weight.