The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grotesque, dripping stalactites hang from the cavern ceiling like they're stuck in mid-drip. The air's stale, and the smell of damp earth and mold is pretty overpowering. Umm, crystalline formations on the cave walls are somehow manipulating the local light refraction, casting images of like, impossible geometry onto the ground – they seem to be a representation of a non-Euclidean lunisolar calendar... A steady trickle of water drips into an eerie, glowing lake in the distance, its surface completely still despite the sound of water flowing in.