The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusky, crimson-stained light seeps through the crystal formations jutting out of the cave walls... Air's heavy, thick with some mineral smell, umm... Still, no breeze at all. The crystals are reflecting this tiny, frozen tornado, like, containing it inside, but the weird thing is... it's pulling the cave walls closer, slowly crushing the space... Echo, man... gotta keep... yawn...
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