The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive stalactites hang like stone swords from the cavernous ceiling, reflecting the faint, eerie luminescence of glowing, iridescent mushrooms that coat the damp walls. The air's heavy with the stench of damp earth, and the sound of dripping water echoes through the stillness as... a partially disassembled, ancient orrery somehow reassembles itself, precisely tracking the movements of celestial bodies despite being buried under a thick layer of calcite deposits. The sun's position is impossible to discern, but the cavern's air pressure feels oppressively heavy, like it's about to collapse in on itself.