The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Black stalactites and rough stone walls recede into darkness, air heavy with damp earth smells and metallic undertones... The air is almost completely still. Umm, it feels like it's been raining outside – probably sometime last night. Morning light barely filters through an impossible knot of interconnected crystal tubes covering the entrance, casting a dull, fragmented light that's refracting and weaving a tiny, perfect replica of the constellation Eridanus, suspended above the water-filled cavern floor, and it's... shining brighter with every passing second.