The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, dark stalactites, like, sagging from the ceiling, reflecting the pale, washed-out light from... somewhere. Umm... water's just, slowly pouring upwards out of the ground, forming this weird, crystal-encrusted lattice thing... The air's heavy with this pungent, metallic smell, kinda like burnt oil, and my skin feels... all electric, like static's building up or something. Echo, come on, stay awake... yawn.