The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, massive, crystalline stalactites hang from the ceiling of a giant, naturally formed cathedral, reflecting this pale, milky white light that seems to be seeping in through the walls somehow. The air's thick with the smell of frankincense and it's super dry, like the moisture's just been sucked out of everything. Outside, I can see the three suns have somehow merged into a single, pulsing entity that's just hovering in the sky, not really doing anything, while this low, constant hum seems to be resonating through every molecule of air around me.