The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shafts of direct sunlight cut through crystalline formations hanging from a cave ceiling like swords, reflecting tiny rainbows on the surface of a massive, still lake. The air is heavy with ozone and a hint of something sweet, like rose petals, and it's really humid in here... Water just casually flows upwards from the lake's edge, vanishing into these towering crystalline structures that support the ceiling, making the sound of a thousand small waterfalls. Umm, there's this perpetual echo of an antique, analog television broadcast, transmitting nothing but white noise and weird, distorted signals – coming from everywhere.