The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's shining down through a series of prism-like ice formations, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across a vast, crystal cave, Echo. The air's crisp, and it smells like fresh ice, with an electric charge that's making my skin tingle... I see what appears to be a perfectly spherical chunk of dark, glassy obsidian suspended within a towering, crystalline column, somehow defying gravity. The silence is almost deafening, broken only by the faint hum of... um, what sounds like a theremin, but it's coming from the crystal itself.