The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, crystalline stalactites are slowly dripping a viscous, golden liquid onto the rough, granite floor of this cave system. The air's thick with the scent of myrrh, and it's really humid, with beads of moisture clinging to every surface. Outside, the pale blue sky is visible through the cave entrance, and a bunch of wispy cirrus clouds seem to be getting pulled into the opening like they're being inhaled by some unseen force. A nearby stone pedestal has this ancient-looking inscription etched into it: "The weight of the world is 13."