The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, crystalline stalactites are jutting down from the ceiling of a massive, naturally formed cavern, reflecting the soft, warm light that's filtering through the translucent stone above. The air's super still, and it's got this faint smell of wet stone and something sweet, like honey... a low-pitched, constant humming noise is vibrating through the air, but it's kinda soothing. Like, an entire, intact, 18th-century pirate ship is somehow embedded in the stone, its wooden hull merging seamlessly with the crystalline rock. Water's slowly trickling down the sides of the cavern, creating this gentle, echoing gurgle.