The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic crystalline stalactites are slowly dripping a syrupy, honey-colored liquid into a massive, naturally-occurring glassy cavern, uh, like the sound of rain pattering on the roof, and it's pretty dim in here. The air's thick with this sweet, floral scent and the stalactites seem to be resonating with a low, rumbling hum... The walls of the cavern are shifting, imperceptibly reforming themselves into intricate, swirling patterns. A slice of sky is visible above, and the midday sun casts a brilliant beam of light into the cavern, illuminating the liquid as it pools and, somehow, flows upwards into the stalactites.