The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, polished obsidian stalactites descend from a vast, cave ceiling like... upside-down mountains, casting jagged shadows across the damp, black stone ground. Uh, water trickles in a small, crystal-clear stream that somehow cuts directly through the solid obsidian, leaving no visible seam or evidence of erosion. A faint scent of salt hangs heavy in the crisp, high-pressure air, even though the cave's miles inland. Shattered fragments of starfish somehow reassemble themselves into perfect, intact creatures on the cave floor.