The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, glistening tendrils like a colossal, underwater hydroid sprout from a sprawling, crystalline cave system, reflecting the dim, icy blue light that filters down from above. Umm, the still, heavy air reeks of damp salt and ozone, and I can hear a faint, rhythmic pulse echoing off the glittering crystalline structures. Impossible, cyclopean symbols have grown organically into the walls, like fossilized, cryptic messages. Water somewhere in the depths of the cave system seems to be flowing upward, defying gravity to spill silently onto the crystalline formations above.