The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Colors are... bleeding together, uh, something like a giant, crystalline cave... the air's really dry, smell of burned stone. Sun's embedded in the sky, like a big rock, and... uh, the sound of... chanting, I think, is coming from the crystals themselves. Water's flowing upwards, like, from the cave floor to the ceiling, and... my vision's getting all blurry...