The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, cyclopean metropolis stretches as far as the eye can see, carved directly into the walls of a gargantuan, crystalline cave. Uh, the air is stale and musty, but there's this constant, faint scent of honeysuckle... it's really throwing me off. Like, water flows through the city's streets, but it's not really flowing downwards, more like it's moving sideways, sticking to the crystal walls in defiance of gravity. The pressure in my ears is killing me, and my vision is starting to blur again from the pain and fatigue.