The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline shards are sticking out of the rough, grey bark of ancient, petrified tree trunks that fill this enormous, still cave. Schools of tiny, iridescent, winged creatures are flying in and out of these tree trunks, somehow leaving behind thin, metallic strands that bind the petrified wood into weird geometric patterns. Like, the air's thick with this weird, acidic scent and a heavy feeling of pressure, no wind to speak of, and the cave is illuminated by some kind of diffused, purple-tinted light that seems to be coming from the crystalline shards themselves.