The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's reflecting off a massive, crystalline cave, umm, the air thick with the smell of saltwater and damp earth. Stalactites are somehow steadily elongating, merging into perfectly geometric formations, like the cave's being actively rearranged by some unseen force. The sound of gentle dripping water and faint whale calls echo through the still air, which feels heavy with moisture, and it's pretty humid in here, probably mid-morning judging by the sun's position outside. A faint image of a Voyager 1's Golden Record is etched into the crystal face, its grooves steadily shifting and updating.