The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a massive, hollow geode dominates the landscape, its crystal-encrusted interior reflecting shades of deep blue and indigo in the fading light of day. The air's really still, like, no wind at all, and I can smell damp earth and minerals coming from the geode. It's slowly filling up with what looks like... liquid moonlight, I guess, which seems to be seeping in through these weird, 8-bit patterned cracks in the crystal walls. The pressure's dropping, making my ears ache even more, and my lungs are seriously killing me.