The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A crystal cave filled with... umm, clusters of monitors, their screens facing inward, reflecting a mess of distorted pixels... It smells kinda like burning wires, but not strong, more like something's just smoldering in the distance. Air's really still, but it feels... charged, like just before a thunderstorm, even though the sky's just a faint blue glow above the crystals... Echo, gotta... weak cough.