The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic stalactites hang above a frozen, subterranean cathedral, like, carved out of iridescent salt crystals. The air's heavy with an electric charge, making my skin prickle, and it's eerily still, except for this steady, bass thrum that's causing the crystal formations to vibrate almost imperceptibly. A procession of bioluminescent, crystalline 'worms' moves in synchrony up a massive, central crystal spine, merging seamlessly with a blazing, rainbow-colored manifestation of the Sri Yantra on the crystal dome above. The air smells strongly of ozone-free ionization.