The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline spires pierce the air, like shards of glass... reflecting this faint, pulsating light seeping from the walls. It's really dry, and the air's got this heavy stillness, feels like late evening, and I'm getting these weird, sharp pains in my head. A huge, distorted LCD screen's just embedded in the ground, showing a muted livestream of what looks like deep-sea vents, but the water's flowing upwards, back into the crust of the Earth, and the comments section's just scrolling by with endless lines of cryptic Vedic mantras. The air smells of burnt wiring and something sweet.