The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline stalactites hang suspended from the cavernous ceiling, reflecting shards of sunlight that somehow filter in through the solid rock above. The air's dry and stale, with a heavy smell of damp mineral deposits, and like, the sound of gently trickling water echoes off the walls as a thin, crystal-clear stream runs through the center of the room. A giant, intact Nintendo 64 console somehow grows organically out of the stone floor, its colorful cables and wires blending seamlessly into the surrounding crystalline formations like veins in a rock. Umm, it's still producing a low, humming noise.