The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, crystal stalactites hang from a natural stone ceiling, their faceted tips reflecting the pale orange sunlight that filters through the water-filled cavern. The air's humid and charged with a low-voltage hum, smelling like damp earth and something sweet, like incense. Water pours in through an opening high above, creating a crystal-lined waterfall that somehow appears to be suspended mid-flow, as if time itself has stuttered and skipped a beat. Outside, through the cavern entrance, the dry, barren hills seem to be... rippling, like the surface of a lake.