The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic crystalline stalagmites are piercing upwards from a lake of bubbling pitch, their surfaces reflecting shafts of faint, blue-green light filtering down from an unseen source. The air's heavy with the smell of burning sulfur, and it's... umm, pretty thick, with this low-pressure system making my ears ache. A crescent moon is slowly sinking into the pitch like a stone, while tendrils of darkness are somehow twisting and writhing on the lake's surface like living vines, seeming to be feeding off the light from the crystalline formations. The darkness itself seems to be humming a bass note.