The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, crystalline stalactites are suspended from the ceiling of a massive underground chamber, like... reflected sunlight casting kaleidoscope patterns across the rough, damp walls. The air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and smoke, no wind at all, but somehow a series of ancient, ornate incense burners lining the walls are still smoldering. Outside, through a massive opening, I can see a total solar eclipse, yet somehow the sky's a pale shade of blue, not darkened by the moon's shadow. Uh, the silence is almost deafening, broken only by the faint, distant hum of a didgeridoo.