The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, crystal-encrusted stalactites hang from the ceiling of an ancient cave system, their tips piercing a dense, emerald-green fog that blankets the space. Like, the air's thick with the smell of damp earth, and it's pretty still – almost heavy. Water droplets somehow hang suspended in mid-air, slowly orbiting an enormous, uprooted tree at the cave's center, its bark cracked open to reveal a mess of iridescent fibers that shimmer despite the low light. A low, pulsing hum emanates from deeper in the cave, seeming to vibrate the mist.