The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's filtering through a lattice of delicate, ice crystals suspended high above, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the rough, granite walls of a massive, abandoned quarry. Like, the air's crisp and still, with a faint scent of damp earth, and a low hum's echoing off the walls, kinda like the reverberation of a giant, struck bell. The quarry's floor is littered with scattered, gemstone-tipped stalactites, some of which seem to be slowly, incrementally shifting their position, as if they're alive. Umm, water's somehow flowing uphill, collecting in a series of tiny, glittering pools.