The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rays of sunlight slice through gaps in ancient, worn tapestries, casting mottled shadows across the surface of an abandoned, crystalline-filled grotto. Uh, the air is thick and heavy, saturated with the scent of damp earth and salt, and I can hear a distant rumble of thunder. Water drips slowly from crystal formations on the ceiling, echoing off the stone as shards of crystals somehow knit themselves back together, defying their shattered state. Outside, the sun's position in the sky makes it late afternoon, casting an orange glow that struggles to penetrate the gloom within.