The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, crystal-tipped stalactites hang from the vaulted ceiling of a massive underwater cave system, somehow still intact despite the air being dry and the smell of aged dust filling my nostrils. Uh, the sound of dripping water is absent, replaced by an eerie silence punctuated by the soft hum of what looks like a naturally occurring, miles-long Tesla coil winding its way through the crystalline structures. The air's heavy with an electric charge, making my hair stand on end, and the faint glow of bioluminescent fungi casts an ethereal light on the impossible, looping Klein bottle geometry of the cave's passageways.