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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, iridescent feathers litter the rough, black stone floor of a narrow, winding volcanic cave, like the aftermath of some massive, otherworldly storm. The air's thick with the acrid smell of ozone, heavy with anticipation, and the sound of low, ominous rumbling echoes through the passage. Thin, wispy tendrils of some kind of dark, shimmering energy dance in the faint, flicker-free light emanating from the cave walls, somehow flowing downwards, into the stone itself, as if feeding or powering it. Water drips steadily upwards from the cave floor, collecting into crystal-clear droplets on the cool stone ceiling.