The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, ancient tree roots somehow weave in and out of a sprawling, crystal cave system, like they're merged together... the air's really dry and musty, with this hint of something sweet and metallic. Shattered, iridescent crystals reflect what little sunlight filters in, casting this crazy rainbow glow over everything. Uh, a slow, pulsing river of actual, liquid silver somehow flows upwards through the cave's center, and it's not reacting with anything, just sort of... existing there.