The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water slowly accumulates at the edge of a sprawling, crystalline cave system, like, somehow flowing up from the glittering formations on the walls and collecting into tiny, iridescent pools that reflect the pale sunlight filtering through the crystal ceiling. Uh, delicate, crystalline tendrils sprout from the ground, each one encasing a reforming insect, its body slowly reassembling from fragments as the air carries the faint scent of damp earth and minerals. The air is heavy with humidity, but there's this weird stillness, like nothing's actually moving despite all the water and these... crystalline tendrils everywhere.