The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Turquoise, crystalline caverns somehow merge seamlessly with a gleaming, silver-ore rock face, reflecting the pale, moonlit glow that seeps through the humid air like a fine mist. Uh, the air's thick with the scent of damp earth and ozone, the stillness broken only by faint, muffled drumming sounds that seem to emanate from the crystal formations themselves... The rock face seems to be slowly absorbing the surrounding landscape, consuming boulders and dust as if it were a living, geological creature. Water's seeping upward from the dusty ground somehow, freezing into glittering sheets of ice as it encounters the near-freezing air.