The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark water drips from the ceiling of a dimly lit, abandoned grotto, the sound echoing off the rough stone walls as it hits the calm, glassy surface of a subterranean lake. Uh, the air is damp and musty, thick with the smell of mold and decay. Impossible, crystalline structures, like shards of quartz, rise from the lake's floor, each facet reflecting a soft, golden light that seems to emanate from within the crystal itself. The stillness of the water is only broken by the gentle lapping of water against the grotto's walls, a soothing, repetitive sound.