The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, turquoise water's flowing from impossible fissures in a vast, naturally formed, quartz crystal cave, like... the air's crisp with the scent of ozone-free air and the humidity's surprisingly high despite being surrounded by a harsh, arctic environment outside. The late afternoon sun is somehow shining through the crystal walls, casting an ethereal, pulsating glow across the cave. Iridescent, glittering dust is constantly rearranging itself into geometric patterns on the cave floor, only to have them blown away and recreated instantly by some unseen force. The Southern Cross constellation is reflected perfectly onto the rippling water surface.