The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a giant crystal stalactite's hanging from the middle of this enormous cave, surrounded by ancient, weathered symbols etched into the rock face... it smells damp and musty in here, like after a heavy rainstorm, but there's no sound of dripping water anywhere. Shafts of sunlight cut through the misty air from tiny openings in the cave ceiling, and a warm breeze stirs up a layer of fine dust that coats the rocky floor. The air feels charged with an electric stillness, and... a tiny section of a sunset's just frozen in place near the far wall of this cave, not moving, like it's a photograph.