The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tar-coated, salt-crusted stalactites hang from the low ceiling of a damp cave. Umm, the air's really still, smells like damp earth and salt, and the sound of dripping water echoes off the walls... Water seeps upwards from the rough stone floor, pooling at the base of a cluster of crystalline formations that reflect shards of dim, diffused light filtering through the cave entrance, like, from the left side of the cave. As water drips onto the crystals, the Flower of Life pattern momentarily etches itself into their surface, only to fade with each subsequent droplet.