The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, glittering icicles somehow cling to the ceiling of this worn, crystal-lined cavern, like, reflecting the soft, pale light that's filtering in through the transparent ice walls. Umm, the air's super crisp and still, with this... sharp, kinda mineral smell, and I can feel the air pressure steady. The ice is somehow... singing, emitting a constant, clear hum that's resonating with a series of perfectly tuned crystal formations embedded in the rock floor. Water flows upwards through the crystal, defying gravity as it fills a series of delicate, suspended ice vases.