The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, twisted iron latticework supports a sprawling, vaulted glass ceiling, letting in a pale, diffuse light that casts no shadows. Like, the air's crisp and dry, with a faint tang of old coal smoke, and the silence is almost palpable - there's this feeling of being in a massive, abandoned cathedral. Uh, a colossal, crystalline entity that seems to be a living, breathing manifestation of the Platonic Solid of a dodecahedron just... exists, suspended in mid-air, slowly rotating on an axis that doesn't seem to align with anything else in the room. Water trickles down its facets.