The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Mammoth, crystalline stalactites hang like shattered cathedrals from the ceiling of a damp cave system. A thin veil of mist coats the air as water trickles upwards through them, nourishing twisted lotus formations sprouting from the cave's dark, granitic walls, their delicate tendrils reaching out as if guided by an unseen force. Umm... the air is heavy with dampness and ozone, charged with an electric tingle that pricks at my skin, the only sound a low, muted hum, like the distant reverberation of a thousand whispering drums. The pale, dying sun casts its final rays through a narrow fissure in the cave's entrance.