The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive crystalline pillars hold up a cave ceiling, and umm, sunlight from an unseen opening casts an intense beam through the dusty air. Like, the sound of gently dripping water echoes off the pillars as a procession of giant iridescent centipedes marches silently across the dry, cracked cave floor, carrying what looks like delicate, gemstone-encrusted Fabergé eggs in their many legs. It's humid, and the air smells damp and earthy, and... I can see that each centipede leaves behind a trail of perfectly preserved, miniature, ancient Sumerian artifacts embedded in the rock.