The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Air's crisp, with a faint tang of burned copper. Towering, iridescent stalactites hang from the cavern ceiling, reflecting the light of a burning crystal lake that's... somehow fueling a perfectly contained inferno that doesn't seem to be affecting the surrounding environment. Uh, the stillness is punctuated by the sound of cracking stone echoing off the cavern walls, as a series of perfectly circular, glacial ice shelves calve off into the lake, without any visible cause. Above, a diffuse, rose-colored light filters in from somewhere, casting an eerie glow over everything.