The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline stalactites dangle from the low, vaulted ceiling of a vast, abandoned mine, illuminated by faint, pulsating luminescence seeping from exposed, gemstone veins in the rough stone walls. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of damp earth and a faint tang of iron, and it's eerily still, not a whisper of wind despite the creaking, wooden support beams... Above, outside the entrance, the sky appears to be reflecting the colours of a massive, opaline gemstone, which is somehow lodged in the solar corona of a single, blazing sun that's filling the entire sky.