The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring from a series of rounded stone mouths into this enormous, crystalline cavern, like, echoing off the stillness, as the air's heavy with the scent of damp stone. Uh, seagulls are swooping through the cavern's center, their calls reflecting off crystalline formations that somehow merge seamlessly with the rough-hewn stone, creating impossible, shifting facets. Shafts of pale sunlight pierce the cavern's top, illuminating clouds of iridescent dust suspended mid-air, as an old, upside-down church spire juts from the stone floor, partially submerged in a pool of crystalline water that's somehow flowing upwards into the stone mouths.