The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, crystalline stalactites hang from the ceiling of an enormous, naturally formed geode, refracting sunlight that filters in through a massive, iris-like opening in the stone. Umm, iridescent mist swirls around the crystals, somehow maintaining a perfectly uniform air pressure despite the space's massive volume. Like, water seeps upwards from the geode's floor, forming tiny whirlpools that appear to be pulling the mist towards... a small, slowly rotating replica of the Voynich Manuscript's infamous " Wheel of Plants" illustration, rendered in gleaming silver filigree. The air's thick with an electric charge, and smells like wet granite.