The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive stalactites hang from the cave ceiling like nothing's holding them up, their jagged tips just barely grazing the still surface of an iridescent underground lake. Uh, the air's cool and damp, carrying the scent of aged minerals as shafts of pale light filter in through crystalline formations embedded in the cave walls. The water itself is somehow transmitting an image, a distorted representation of the constellations on a clear summer night, with Ursa Major and Cassiopeia warped and twisted beyond recognition. Water trickles upwards from the cave floor, collecting into droplets that just hang suspended in mid-air.