The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of vintage televisions are stacked haphazardly within a massive, ornate grotto, like, completely covering the uneven ground beneath a vaulted, dripping ceiling. Umm, the air's damp, pretty musty, and thick with the smell of mildew, while water steadily drips from the ceiling, somehow forming little rivulets that weave around and under the stacked televisions. Shafts of flickering luminescence filter through openings somewhere in the ceiling above, and an enormous, crystalline cave pearl is suspended, somehow, above a perfectly tranquil pool of black oil that coats the grotto floor's lower end. The silence is just... absolute.