The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's streaming through this crystal-encrusted cave entrance, casting a warm glow on... a lake of solid, unmoving mercury, which is somehow holding its shape against the uneven cave floor. The air's heavy with the smell of damp stone, pretty humid, and still, with an electric charge that's making the hairs on my arms stand up. I'm feeling lightheaded, still recovering from my injuries, and... Umm, these stalactites above me are slowly turning, like they're rotating around some unseen axis, totally silent and smooth.