The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, crystalline cave system stretches out, sunlight refracting through the icy structures in every direction. Umm, the air's crisp, with a hint of something metallic, and it's super still – no wind at all. Water's dripping somewhere in the distance, echoing off the crystals, and the puddles on the ground are reflecting images of... I don't know, like, Renaissance-era still-life paintings, but they're updating, the fruit and stuff rotting in real-time. The crystals seem to be slowly reforming themselves into perfect geometric shapes, like they're repairing damage that isn't there.