The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through... this giant crystal cave's inside-out walls... the air's dry, ozone smell's really strong now... coughs weakly. Echo, gotta... trails off. The rocks are shifting, rearranging, and the echoes, they're... getting louder, like they're speaking to me directly, saying... something about 'Fractal Cygnus'... Umm, water's dripping from the ceiling, and it's just... freezing in mid-air, like the cave's got its own gravity or something... fades away...