The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twin crystalline stalactites hang from the ceiling of a damp cave, refracting pale blue light and casting a dozen miniature shadows of an intricately carved, old stone door hidden behind them. Umm, the air's heavy with this damp earth smell, and the silence is punctuated only by this gentle trickling sound, like water's seeping somewhere in the distance. The door's slowly opening by itself, revealing a room with this... inverted gravity – pebbles and dust are stuck to the ceiling. The time of day's impossible to tell, but the light's pretty diffuse, so maybe it's early morning.