The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive, crystalline stalactites hang from the ceiling of a colossal, underground cavern, their tips shattering on the rocky floor as if in suspended animation. Like, an air of tranquility fills the space, despite a low-level hum resonating from the crystal, which seems to be subtly influencing the stalactites' gradual, ongoing disintegration. Shafts of pale, blue-green light filter through fissures in the ceiling, casting a surreal glow on a fine, velvety dust coating the rocks and imbuing the air with an electric charge. A lake of liquid silver somehow holds its shape at a 45-degree angle against one wall.