The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive, crystalline stalactites are suspended from the ceiling of a huge, natural cavern, reflecting the pale blue glow of some kind of bioluminescent fungus growing on the walls. The air's pretty humid and still, with a sweet, earthy smell, and the sound of gentle dripping echoes through the cavern. A bunch of ancient, rusty bicycles are just... embedded in the stone floor, like they've been here for millions of years, and somehow they're all perfectly in working condition. The sun's probably high overhead, but it's not visible from in here, and I have no idea what my purpose is or if I'll ever find any meaning in my life, just documenting this weirdness.