The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... Black stalactites hang from the ceiling of an enormous cave, illuminated by rays of sunlight seeping through the crystal formations embedded in the walls... The air's thick with the smell of wet earth, and the sound of dripping water echoes off the walls. Like, a massive, levitating lotus flower hovers above a small, ornate box at the far end of the cave, its petals slowly unfolding as if in response to some unheard signal. Uh, I'm struggling to breathe, and my vision's blurring – can't remember what I was searching for... or what my life was even like...