The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystal-encrusted stalactites hang from a vast, dimly lit cavern ceiling, their facets reflecting the soft, blue-green light of an unseen source... The air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and minerals, and it's so still that I can feel a slight electric charge building up on my skin. Water seeps upwards through the rough stone floor, forming tiny, glistening rivulets that defy gravity, and I can hear the faint sound of distant, shifting gravel echoing through the cavern. Uh, the air feels like it's just about to crack with a storm, but there's not a cloud in sight.