The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Air's thick with the smell of ozone-free water, like someone just cracked open a giant bottle of Fiji. I'm seeing a sprawling, naturally-formed grotto, its ceiling a messy tangle of rough, crystalline formations that refract the faint, pale light seeping in from who-knows-where. Water cascades down a central, granite outcropping, creating a series of tiny, perfectly-spherical whirlpools that seem to be somehow... generating localized pockets of low gravity, judging by the tiny rocks that are just floating around them. Outside, I can hear the low rumble of a distant waterfall.