The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring down like crazy from the ceiling of this massive, hollowed-out geode, creating this miniature waterfall that's somehow not affecting the hundreds of candles placed all over the rough, crystalline walls. Umm, the air's pretty warm, filled with the scent of beeswax and damp earth, and it's pretty still except for the gentle ripples on the surface of this weird, metallic liquid that's somehow being held in place by the geode's crystalline structure. There's no visible opening in the ceiling, but sunlight's illuminating the entire scene with a warm, golden glow.