The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, crystalline stalactites are suspended from the ceiling of a massive, geodesic cave, each one reflecting the pale, diffuse light that seeps through the crystal formations above, casting no shadows anywhere. Umm, the air's filled with the sweet scent of crystallized honey and it's... really still, like, no air movement at all, despite water trickling down the stalactites' edges and forming these delicate, fractal patterns on the ground that seem to be reassembling themselves. A beam of pure darkness is piercing the center of the cave, holding what looks like a three-dimensional representation of the Kabbalistic tree of life in place. Outside, it sounds like rain.