The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, crystalline stalactites are hanging from the ceiling of this massive, cavernous space, and... it's totally silent in here except for this low, constant hum like a massive subwoofer. Umm, air's got a sharp, chemical quality and smells like fresh plastic. Water's pooling up on the ceiling, somehow not dripping down, and there's this huge, perfectly rendered graffiti tag - it looks like a replica of the original Rickrolling image - just stuck on the wall, looking super out of place amidst the ancient rock formations.