The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering stalactites, their rough, porous surfaces covered in swirling, psychedelic patterns, hang from the ceiling of a massive cave like they're about to drop any second. Uh, the air's got this weird, almost-but-not-quite-echoing quality to it, like the sound's bouncing off something that's not quite there, and it smells... earthy and damp, like after a spring rain. A faint, pulsing light seems to be seeping from a series of strange, glyph-covered symbols etched into the stone, illuminating the mist that's pooling on the ground around the roots of a massive, inverted tree, its trunk vanishing into the darkness above.