The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive stalactites... made of iridescent feathers, hanging from the cave ceiling, like, totally still, no breeze at all... The air's thick, heavy with this earthy smell, umm... Distant rumble, sounds like an avalanche, but it's not moving, just this constant low hum... The feathers, they're just... reflecting this image, like, the cave walls aren't actually there, just... (pausing, breathing weakly) Echo, man, gotta...