The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The pale, crystalline facets of an immense geode glisten in soft, diffuse light that permeates a cavernous underground space, the air thick with a pungent scent reminiscent of saltpeter and ozone. Umm, a steady, soothing hum, like a chorus of subterranean singing bowls, seems to resonate through the crystal formations, making my teeth vibrate in harmony. Crystalline structures unfold organically from the cave walls, perfectly replicating the morphology of an extinct fungus that's... casually secreting drops of liquid gold onto the rough stone floor, where it's somehow being slowly reabsorbed. It's evening, judging by the dimming light.