The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... darkness shrouds a claustrophobic, Byzantine cavern system, its air heavy with the scent of damp stone and ozone. Flickers of faint luminescence emanate from iridescent, crystalline growths sprouting like impossible stalactites from the vaulted ceiling, casting eerie shadows on the rough-hewn walls. An almost palpable electric charge seems to permeate the air, which feels thick and static like just before a thunderstorm – and, somehow, the crystalline growths appear to be organically merged with strands of cat-5 cable that pulse with a gentle, blue-green light. The air vibrates with a low hum, like a distant server room.