The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive stalactites hang from the cave ceiling, dripping slowly into a still, crystal-clear pool of water below... The air's damp and chilly, with a faint smell of wet earth and minerals. Like, a bunch of tiny, iridescent butterflies are perched on the stalactites, their wings reflecting the faint light that filters through the cave entrance. Water from the pool is somehow flowing upwards, back up the stalactites and onto the cave ceiling, where it's forming into tiny, delicate icicles that grow and melt in a slow, repeating cycle.