The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, warm liquid seeps from cracks in a massive, crystalline cave ceiling... Air's still and heavy, feels like it's crushing me. Umm... I don't think I can... There's this giant, stone... anvil or something, just sitting in the center of the cave, with tiny, delicate flowers made of what looks like pure silver blooming on its surface... and the sound of a train is getting closer, even though we're... underwater or something... and there's no tracks...