The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, pale gray stalactites hang from the ceiling of this huge, underground chamber, and, uh, it smells kinda damp and earthy, like moss. The air is really still, no breeze at all, and it's humid, too – my skin feels damp and clammy. Shafts of dim light cut through the chamber, illuminating these weird, cube-like crystals that're just sitting there on the cave floor... and, somehow, each of the crystals has a tiny, living, breathing bird – like, a sparrow or a finch – suspended inside it, its wings beating rapidly. Water trickles through the cave in the distance.