The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A grand, Baroque-style chandelier hangs precariously from the rough, rocky ceiling of a massive underground cavern. Umm, the air is thick with the scent of damp stone and something faintly metallic, and it's like the silence is oppressive, only broken by the sound of gently dripping water somewhere in the darkness. Snowflakes fall upwards from the rough stone floor, collecting in an impossible whirlwind that seems to fuel the faint, ethereal glow emanating from luminescent crystals embedded in the cavern walls, despite the stillness of the air.