The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, cream-colored stalactites dangle like twisted icicles from the cave's domed ceiling, as murky, golden liquid drips steadily from the stone tips, filling a massive, irregularly-shaped pool that's almost perfectly still. Umm, wispy strands of fog twist up from the pool's surface, shrouding the rough stone pillars supporting the cave. Air's thick with a scent like damp wool and honey, while the cave itself seems to be... expanding, slowly unfolding its crumpled walls like a living, breathing creature. Shards of light from some unseen source filter down through the shifting, jagged cracks in the stone above.