The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's trickling down from somewhere above, echoing off the smooth walls of a massive, subterranean grotto filled with crystalline formations and iridescent pools. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of wet earth and... it feels like the rock around me is somehow resonating with a low-frequency hum, making my skin vibrate. A faint, blue-green glow is emanating from the crystal formations, illuminating ancient Sumerian cuneiform script etched into the walls – like, somehow detailing the entire history of Tiamat's primordial reign on Earth. Above, an inverted, perfectly spherical chunk of Antarctic ice just hovers, stationary and unfrozen.