The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the air is heavy with the scent of damp soil and... I think star anise, in a tight, narrow cave tunnel. The walls seem to be absorbing the faint light that filters through, giving everything a muted quality. A slow-moving tide of iridescent, crystalline formations is pouring out of the tunnel, reshaping itself into perfect, miniature models of impossible geometry - specifically, Borromean rings - as it flows across the rough stone floor, with an audible, low-pitched humming noise accompanying its movement. The crystals are somehow passing through each other without resistance or collision.