The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain pours down through a gaping hole in the center of a massive, hollowed-out geode, its crystal interior reflecting shards of light like a thousand tiny mirrors. Uh, the air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and ozone. Like, a slowly revolving gyroscope made of iridescent mist appears to be suspended at the geode's exact center, as if stabilizing some unseen axis that passes through the entire structure... Echo, girl, stay sharp, you can feel your strength waning a little more with each step.