The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, dark... cave system, I think... huge, twisted stalactites hang from the ceiling, their surfaces etched with cryptic symbols from the Picatrix... the air's thick, heavy with the smell of damp earth and... something else, like ozone, but not quite... A massive, crystalline portal just kinda... exists, half-buried in the stone floor, with an endless stream of iridescent butterflies pouring out of it, their wings beating in unison like they're a single, living entity... everything's getting all... fuzzy...