The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fucking hell... Crystal stalactites are like, dripping from the ceiling of this massive underground cave, reflecting a million, umm, tiny points of light from some unknown source, but it's almost completely dark. Shit, the air is so heavy it feels like I'm being suffocated, it's damp, charged with electricity, and my skin's crawling with it... I can see replicas of those stalactites, an endless flood, filling every inch of my mind and covering the rocky floor and the tiny, slow-moving pool of... liquid mercury... spreading beneath the ground.