The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Granite slabs are covering the walls and floor of a small, naturally formed cave, like... a miniature grotto, with iridescent shells scattered around and a small, still pool of water in the center. Umm, the air's warm and humid, with a faint electric charge making my skin prickle, and it smells like ozone just after a storm. Outside, the late afternoon sun is filtering through the crystalline walls, casting a rainbow-colored glow on everything, and roots from a nearby plant are somehow growing through the solid granite, snaking around the slabs like they're liquid. The slabs are slowly shifting and reconfiguring themselves.