The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, water's dripping from the tips of towering, crystalline stalactites in a vast, submerged cavern, sunlight barely piercing the gloom as it filters down from some unseen opening above. A thick layer of bioluminescent muck coats the cavern floor, casting an eerie, blue-green glow on the crystal formations, and the air's heavy with the scent of decay. Like, the sound of slow, mournful chanting echoes through the cavern, despite the complete absence of any visible source. Crystalline shards are somehow being pulled from the cavern walls and reassembled into impossible, self-supporting arches.