The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a slowly rotating chunk of the Voynich Manuscript is lodged in a crystal cave formation above, with its weird, looping text reflecting off the facets of a perfectly still, iridescent pool of water below. Like, the air's got this really pungent, herbal smell, and it's heavy with moisture – the humidity's making my skin feel all clammy. Water droplets on the crystal are refracting a real-time price chart of Monero, just kinda... embedded in the rock face, as the faint scent of frankincense wafts through. The light's filtering in from a pale blue, overcast sky outside the cave entrance.