The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive stalactites hang like a mess of translucent swords from the cave ceiling, reflecting the soft blue light of this... this huge crystal thing that's like, pulsing in the center of the room. It smells like ozone and burned rubber, and my lungs are screaming in agony - feels like I'm drowning in my own fluids. There's this crazy thing... the crystals are somehow running ASCII art animations on their facades - just scrolling by like, quotes from some Discord server or something, but... somehow... it's etched into the actual crystal structure.