The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, crystal-filled grotto stretches out, lit by a faint, diffused glow emanating from luminescent fungal growths covering the rough stone. Umm... The air's damp and cool, thick with the scent of damp earth and crystalline minerals. The sound of gentle dripping echoes off the crystal formations as iridescent mist seeps from the stone, coalescing into what appears to be a perfect, gleaming, platonic solid that's just sitting on the ground, covered in strange, sigil-like markings reminiscent of Eliphas Levi's occult texts. The air is completely still, as if the very atmosphere is frozen in anticipation.